Hadama's expression remained stoic and calm as the shop owner dithered and finally relented, but by then it was too late. Their price-gouging had not only lost them a customer - it had now become a point of marketplace gossip, however briefly. Though the King might have regretted such a public spectacle, the merchant had brought it on themself, and hopefully would learn a lesson from it.
He set aside the armlet he had been interested in purchasing and instead turned his attention to the young woman who had been so bold. He offered her his arm as they began to swim at a leisurely pace down the line of stalls, heading back to the vendor where he had seen the curious mirror. Call me Hadama, please, he requested, a gleam of amusement hiding in emerald eyes. What is your name?
He set aside the armlet he had been interested in purchasing and instead turned his attention to the young woman who had been so bold. He offered her his arm as they began to swim at a leisurely pace down the line of stalls, heading back to the vendor where he had seen the curious mirror. Call me Hadama, please, he requested, a gleam of amusement hiding in emerald eyes. What is your name?
