Thomas was my best friend

Sebastian donned commoner's clothing and slipped out of the palace unnoticed, riding his horse through the quiet night. This time, he hadn't even informed his right-hand man, Marco—not after what had happened between them. He knew better than to wait or risk spreading word of his departure.

Despite the palace's tight security, his military training gave him an edge. He knew exactly how to escape without drawing attention.

Within hours, he arrived in the city, tying his horse to a nearby post before making his way toward Elara's house. Before knocking, he circled to the backyard, peering up at the balcony in search of movement inside. He knew he had another way in—behind the house, a rocky hill provided an easy climb to the railing. If he wanted, he could slip inside without using the front door. But for now, he simply wanted to see if she was home.

The house was quieter than usual. Something felt different.

For the first time, hesitation crept into Sebastian's mind. He was a spoiled prince—he always got what he wanted. But now, a strange concern settled in his chest. He let out a quiet sigh, retreating toward his horse. His thoughts were jumbled, torn between knocking on the door and leaving altogether. What if she wasn't there? What if he wasn't ready to face her?

As he reached the tree where he had tied his horse, he spotted Lily walking down the street, carrying a small bucket. A flicker of hope stirred within him, and he quickly closed the distance before she disappeared into the alleyway.

He gently patted her shoulder, making her turn. The moment she saw him, her eyes widened in surprise, his tall figure towering over her.

Sebastian crouched to her level, holding her gaze. "Where is she?" he asked.

Lily hesitated, gripping her bucket tighter as if regretting stepping outside.

Noticing her unease, Sebastian leaned back, crossing his arms. "Don't be afraid, little one," he said, his voice softer now. "I just want to know where your neighbor is. Do you know where Elara went?"

Lily swallowed, shifting on her feet before replying hesitantly, "Elara went to the market with her father."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his lips. "The market?" He rubbed his chin, lost in thought for a moment before nodding. "Alright, kitten. You can go play. Be careful." Then, lowering his voice, he whispered, "And don't tell anyone you saw me, alright?"

Lily nodded quickly. "I won't tell anyone." Then, without another word, she scurried away.

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Elara and her father, Jules, walked through the bustling streets of Eldoria Bazaar. Jules carried a broken window frame, the result of his careless child's rough play. Elara followed closely behind, scanning the lively marketplace where everything one could need was sold.

Stopping outside an old carpenter's shop, Jules set the broken frame on the ground and called out. "Thomas! Thomas!" His voice echoed through the shop as he waited, eager to see his old friend again.

But no answer came.

Elara gently placed a hand on her father's shoulder. "Are you sure he still works here?" she asked. "Maybe we have the wrong shop."

Jules shook his head. "No, no. I know Thomas—he wouldn't quit his work. He loves what he does." He called out again, his voice filled with certainty. "Be patient, sweetheart. He might be busy inside."

Minutes passed. Then, at last, footsteps echoed from within.

A young man in his early twenties emerged, hammer in hand. He wore a dust-covered apron, the same kind Thomas used to wear, and his clothes were coated in fine wood shavings.

Jules' hopeful expression faltered. Instead of his old friend, he was met with an unfamiliar face.

The young man barely glanced at them before speaking. "What do you want?"

Jules straightened, clearing his throat. "I need this window repaired." He gestured to the broken frame. Then, eyeing the stranger, he added, "You seem new here. What's your name? Do you have experience with hardwood? Where's the owner of this shop?"

The young man inspected the window frame, turning it over in his hands with disinterest. "The old carpenter doesn't work here anymore," he said flatly.

Jules stiffened. "What do you mean? Thomas owns this shop."

The young man finally looked up, his expression unreadable. "Not anymore. My name is Steve. He sold this place to me."

Jules was stunned. "Sold it? To you?"

"Yes." Steve ran a hand along the broken frame, examining the cracks. "The glass is too damaged—it needs replacing. And the wood is starting to rot. Would you like me to replace it as well?"

Jules clenched his fists at the young man's indifferent tone, stepping forward, but Elara quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him. She could see the frustration in her father's eyes, but there was nothing they could do now.

With a deep breath, Jules composed himself. "No. Just replace the glass," he said firmly. "And be quick about it."

Steve shrugged. "Fine. That'll be 22 soldi."

"22 soldi?!" Jules balked. "That's outrageous!"

"Take it or leave it," Steve said, tossing the frame back onto the ground.

From a distance, Sebastian watched the exchange. Sitting on a large stone, he observed the scene with a quiet fury. He had been following them from the moment they arrived at the market, waiting for the right moment to step in. His blood boiled as he listened to the arrogant young carpenter demand an unreasonable price. But he held back, knowing better than to interfere too soon.

Elara eventually convinced her father to agree, and Jules—though reluctant—handed over the money. Steve got to work, carefully removing the remaining shards of glass before securing the frame. He heated a fresh pane over high flames, shaping it with precision.

Jules sat in a corner, watching the young carpenter's hands move with skill. Despite Steve's arrogance, his technique was eerily familiar. It reminded Jules of Thomas.

Elara stood beside her father, observing in silence before whispering, "Father, do you remember the fish market in the next street?"

Jules nodded, still focused on the repair. "Yes. You want to go there?"

Elara smiled slightly. "Yes. Since this will take time, I want to buy some fish for lunch."

Jules waved a hand. "Go ahead. Get a big one. I'll be here when you return—but don't take too long."

With a small nod, Elara picked up her basket and walked away.

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Elara weaved through the marketplace, glancing at the various stalls. As she turned onto a quieter street, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her from behind.

Her basket fell to the ground. She gasped, hands flying to the arm tightening around her throat. Before she could scream, a firm palm covered her mouth, pressing her back against a tall, muscular figure.

Then, a familiar voice whispered in her ear. "Shhh… it's me."

Elara's eyes widened.

Sebastian.

Instinct told her not to surrender so easily. She struggled against his grip, her heart pounding.

Sebastian chuckled at her efforts. "Still trying to escape from me, princess?" He pulled her closer, his warm breath tickling her ear. "I won't let you go this time."

The scent of him—familiar, intoxicating—washed over her, the same scent from their first encounter at the ballroom.

Elara stilled. They were in an empty alley, but people could walk by at any moment. If anyone saw them together—especially if they recognized him—it would cause a scandal.

Sensing her growing panic, Sebastian leaned in again, voice low and teasing. "I just want to talk, princess. If I let you go, will you behave?"

Elara hesitated, then nodded quickly.

Sebastian smirked, finding her reaction more adorable than fearful. Slowly, he released her.

Elara coughed, catching her breath. "My father is waiting for me—"

"I know," Sebastian interrupted, his gaze locking onto hers. He picked up her fallen basket, holding it out to her. "He can wait a few more minutes. I need to talk to you." His voice dropped lower. "In private."

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