Amira positioned herself directly across from Zyran while Ivy engaged in lively conversation. At one point, she playfully tugged Zyran's arm, effortlessly blending in with the laughter and banter.
" Brother completely disregards ordinary pursuits; he's constantly focused on war. He's a tough nut to crack. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if the two share more similarities than meets the eye," Ivy remarked with a mischievous grin.
Zyran didn't offer much in response to the princess, mostly lost in his thoughts.
Finally, they came to a stop in front of the elegant clothing store.
"I was thinking of purchasing my outfit here to match the theme of the celebration; I should at least stand out as a princess, after all," Ivy announced with an air of regality.
As the door to the shop swung open, Ivy stepped in gracefully, while Zyran turned to catch a glimpse of Amira's disapproving expression.
Raising a quizzical brow at her, he was met with a piercing glare.
