"Snow Princess, if you may wait for a moment, we shall call the carriage for you and your companions," the guard offered.
Nymeria gave a quick look to the poor me, then nodded, accepting the offer.
Two of the knights immediately ran inside, while the remaining ones stood there, sweating profusely.
One of them muttered in the ear of the other, "Why are you just standing? Go, inform the city mayor—"
"No need. I'm here for some personal business. The news about my presence here shouldn't be leaked," Nymeria ordered, her voice cold and her face expressionless. "You understand what happens if the words spread."
The two guards turned pale as if their lives had been sucked out of them. "We understand, Snow Princess. No one will know that you have visited the Forlorn City."
There was one other person who was more shocked than the guards.
"Pr-pretty lady, what is your social standing in Vyoman?" I asked, utterly dumbfounded.
