Derek's gaze kept drifting between the road and the woman in the passenger seat as he drove. She had strong-armed him into a normal human outfit: black tee, black jeans, a leather jacket, and a cap pulled low to stop anyone recognising their king out in the wild.
"What do you do when you're not being a king?" she had asked, eyeing his wardrobe with visible scepticism. "Today, we're not going out as a King and Queen. We're going out as normal people, to have normal fun. Try not to look like you're about to sentence someone."
So, here he was in simple clothings. He had assumed the idea of an outing with her would be at some quiet, upscale restaurant in Dravengard. Instead, she chosen The Central, a place far too loud and public for his liking.
As they drove, the silence in the car began to weigh on him. Usually, Kira chattered enough for three people. Her sudden stillness was loud and unsettling.
