Arabelle looked down in shame as people gave her strange looks. She became a little regretful for taking Alex to the market where many people were walking around. Wait, those are werewolves. But Alex's presence created a sense of security that made Arabelle a little calmer.
The two of them walked hand in hand. What a sweet sight.
"Didn't they recognize you?" Arabelle asked in a low voice.
"Some probably do. The rest probably think of me as just a werewolf working for the palace."
"The king also works for the palace," Arabelle said.
Alex chuckled, "You're right."
They strolled around the shops that sold many kinds of goods, from handmade to imported goods from other places and even some from other kingdoms. Clothes, handicrafts, jars and even glittering accessories were on sale.
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