Iyana returned to Vyan's side, snapping him out of his thoughts. She looped her hand around his arm, her fingers naturally finding their place at the crook of his elbow.
"There seem to be a lot of nobles here," she murmured, eyes scanning the crowd. "We won't stand out much in this crowd."
Vyan scoffed playfully. "I'd say we still do. But… do you mind being seen with me?" He gasped, putting a hand over his heart. "Don't tell me you're ashamed of me."
Iyana raised a brow, feigning offense.
"Ashamed of holding the arm of the most powerful and handsome man in the empire?" She clicked her tongue. "I wonder who would be that stupid. Not me, at least. I, for one, am quite proud of my man. I'd put you on a showcase like a trophy if I could."
He laughed. "That's quite the compliment."
"You deserve it," she said with a small smirk, before nudging him lightly with her elbow. "Because I know if I asked you to get me the top prize from one of these game stalls, you'd win without a doubt."
