The city of Mosseira was like a shining jewel in the world of vice and luxury. You name it—casinos, brothels, slave markets, auction houses—it had everything that one with bad habits or a craving for thrill could ask for.
And yet, even with such a chaotic mix of entertainment and danger, the city worked perfectly.
That was because one of the great noble families managed it, keeping law and order with a firm grip. Without them, a place like this would've collapsed long ago.
Azhriel stepped down from the carriage, Zephyriah perched neatly on his shoulder like a quiet guardian.
The bustling center of the city stretched before him, full of noise, colors, and all kinds of shady people.
Just as Caelyn was about to step out behind him, Azhriel silently raised a hand toward her.
Caelyn blinked, then smirked.
"Heh, didn't expect you to have a gentleman's side."
She took his hand and stepped out lightly.Azhriel's answer also came smoothly.
