*Valka*
"Not dressed like that, no," I say.
Lucien's gaze drops to his clothes. Admittedly, there's nothing extravagant about them--a simple white wool vest over a dark shirt, black leather trousers, and brown knee-high boots. But on him, they still scream wealth.
"What's wrong with this?" he asks, genuinely baffled.
"You don't look like common-folk," Cyrus says, amused.
Lucien's horse tosses its head beneath him, picking up on its rider's irritation. "And why, in all seven hells, would I *want* to look like a commoner?"
