After food, sweets, and gifts for every one of his wives tucked safely away in his storage, Aiden guided them toward a quieter lane of the market.
The noise softened here. Fewer food smells, more cloth and dye. Fabric banners hung from wooden frames, swaying gently. Silks shimmered.
Wool folded neatly. Enchanted scarves glowed faintly with warmth runes, their threads humming softly to the touch.
"Scarves," Aiden said casually. "It's getting cold later."
Leona perked up immediately in his arms. "Pretty clothes!"
Liri nodded too, fingers brushing a hanging scarf as they passed the entrance. "They look warm…"
Aiden pushed the door open.
A bell chimed.
Inside, the shop was dimmer than outside. Warm light from lanterns reflected off folded fabrics stacked high on shelves. The smell of dye and old cloth lingered in the air.
A middle-aged man looked up from behind the counter. He had slicked-back hair, a thick neck, and a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
