The market was buzzing when they arrived color, chaos, and the comforting noise of everyday life filled Silver. The entirety of the atmosphere fits her being like a glove.
Silver walked through the cobbled streets, Natasha and Mila flanking her like decorative bookends while the knights hung back, trying to appear inconspicuous and failing miserably. Silver closed her eyes, filling her nostrils with the comforting smell of normalcy, part of her was distracting herself from the fact that almost everyone they came across was looking at them, she wanted to go as quietly as possible but her knights couldn't be more obvious. Why don't they just announce her presence then?
You can't blend in when you're wearing polished steel and imperial crests on your back, she nagged within her.
She kept insisting on less formal wear for herself and her attendants, but the guards still stood out like peacocks in a pigeon coop.
