The Central night market was a riot of noise, colour, and smells that seemed to assault the senses from every direction.
Kira moved through the throng, her eyes dancing as she took in the flickering fairy lights and the steam rising from various food stalls. Behind her, Derek followed like a dark cloud attempting to navigate a summer festival.
He couldn't believe that her idea of having an evening fun was coming to a messy, crowded human night market.
In his casual dark tee and trousers, he looked less like a king and more like a very dangerous man trying and failing to blend in. He kept his shoulders stiff, his gaze darting around as if expecting an assassin to leap out from behind a pile of knock-off designer handbags.
"This is madness," Derek grumbled, and dodged a group of teenagers and nearly collided with a man carrying a stack of plastic crates.
"Remind me once again what we're doing in a human market? This crowd is suffocating, and the noise is intolerable."
