Fiona's POV

The marketplace bustled with life, vibrant stalls filled with all sorts of goods—fresh fruits, handmade jewelry, beautifully woven fabrics. The sounds of children laughing, merchants calling out their wares, and locals chatting filled the air. It was a welcome distraction from the constant sorrow that weighed me down.

I stayed close to Sebastian as we moved through the crowd. He greeted people warmly, shaking hands and exchanging a few words with everyone who approached him. It ...