"Miss Lara, thank you for letting me tag along with the Prince's caravan." A young merchant, freshly dismounted from his carriage, approached the Norse siblings. His eyes shone with earnest gratitude. The wary glares from the men nearby did little to dampen his spirits. He directed his words solely to Lara, his posture stiff but respectful.
Lara's lips curved into a gentle smile. "It is not a problem at all, Bernard. In the end, I was the one who benefited. I found a partner." Her tone was warm, and her eyes sparkled with the hint of opportunity.