“What are you doing?” Princess Loaisa gasped as her mate circled his arm around her and pulled her away from the crowd and behind the small old, stoned market.
To make up for her, Rydan brought her out of the mansion to visit the circle with him. It seemed like an old town with people on shirts and pants, or skirts, and dresses—no difference from the humans outside the Palacio de Malacañan. Princess Loaisa saw some of them in the same attire whenever they went to Mercia, and since she had never been to that place, she could only assume everyone else wore the same clothes. However, people in the North preferred to wear colorful clothes than these shifters, who were used to plain colors, either white, dark, brown, and gray. Almost the same with the hunters’.
Princess Loaisa was glad to wa
