Chapter 15: Festival Market

Marion had, perhaps, told a small lie about just how much coin they had made working for the innkeeper. They’d made a fine amount, in fact, given how much they were able to move, clean, and prepare at the innkeeper’s request. The elf had become acutely aware that the Midlands were entering their “festival” season, as it were. They hadn’t ever been in the Midlands in the spring, but this was when they celebrated, rather than in the fall like the Crownlands.

They had also told a small lie when they told Eris that they believed he was fine. They may be clueless, at times, but it did not mean they were stupid. Even a mule could’ve seen the red tracks of tears on the prince’s face. A mule was stubborn and so too was Marion. They intended to make Eris feel better, if just a little bit. His head rested against their shoulder as they rode, seemingly distant minded.

As knight, prince, and horse came into town, Eris lifted his head.

“Are they having a festival, Marion?”