It was so fucking crowded.
That was the first thing Elara noticed, and the second… it was so hot.
Elara clenched her jaw. She wouldn't be in such a mess if it weren't for Irene. That miserable leech. Her father had made her leave the palace. Her? The general. It was humiliating.
And Thorne? He had given her a place to stay for the month. A comfortable place where Elara didn't need to bother with anything, but no. That wasn't what she needed.
Instead, she left. She'd use this rare opportunity of hers and make the best of it.
And now… Elara found herself in the pit market. It wasn't the regular Obsidian market. No— This was the black market. A place known to fulfill your darkest desires. The Pit.
The market reeked of fish guts, sweat, and dried herbs. The people mixed between each other, some screaming at each other. It was noisy, filthy, and absolutely disgusting.
Elara didn't mind, though. Not when she knew her wish would be fulfilled right here.
