Rosevale's merchant district was having some kind of festival, which meant the streets were packed with people trying to sell things to other people who were also trying to sell things.
Economic ouroboros at its finest.
Aegis wandered through the chaos, fifty thousand gold burning a hole in her interdimensional pocket. She'd already bought three legendary weapons, two full armor sets, and enough potions to survive a small war. But none of that solved the actual problem.
[The hard truth is, Talia should probably just marry Darius.]
She stopped at a jeweler's stall, examining rings she didn't need while her brain chewed on the problem.
Nobles married without love all the time. It was basically their whole thing. Political alliances, economic benefits, producing heirs. Love was a luxury they couldn't afford. Most people would probably consider Talia's "situation" to be a sign of immaturity anyway.
