Chapter 27: The night market
After dropping Loki off in his room, Hael—now serving as the King's guard—made his way quickly to Ceremus' chambers.
The King was already waiting, in the midst of putting on his robe.
"Your Majesty," Hael called as he entered. He paused, momentarily distracted by the sight of Ceremus.
The King wore a simple black tunic, adorned with gold-lined strings, and matching trousers. His jewelry was understated, consisting of a single dangling gold earring and an elegant gold bangle. Despite the modest attire, the wealthy and powerful King still exuded a quiet, dangerous allure that made it almost impossible for Hael to look away.
"It's about time you arrived. And I told you to call me Ceremus," the King said, his voice pulling Hael from his trance.
"I'm on duty now, so it wouldn't be proper for me to address my employer so casually," Hael replied, his voice steady.
Ceremus gave him a sidelong glance before shaking his head. "Ah, I see you have manners. Very well, I won't force you to indulge my whims. Let's go. I've grown tired of waiting."
With that, the King walked past him, heading toward the stairs. Hael followed close behind.
Once outside the palace gates, Ceremus pulled his hood up and strolled leisurely through the deserted streets.
A few people were still out, but they paid no attention to the pair. Hael found it odd—given how striking the King's robes were—that no one seemed to take notice.
"They're drunk out of their minds," Ceremus said, as if reading Hael's thoughts. "They won't even notice us. Now hurry. The night markets will be closing soon."