Chapter 24: The Black Market
The bag of herbs that Soleia held nearly slipped from her fingers due to her surprise.
At this distance, she was unable to see the man's face clearly. However, he had the same dark hair, was about the same height and physique, and the way he carried himself was similar to the soldier who was supposed to be on bedrest.
Instinctively, she began to hasten her footsteps, trying to catch him. She wasn't able to get close fast enough, but when the man turned, Soleia's breath was caught in her throat.
It wasn't a perfect view, but from this wayward angle, there was no mistaking it― that was Sir Byrone!
As though the man felt someone's gaze upon him, he stopped and cautiously looked around. For some reason, Soleia felt the need to hide. She ducked behind a cart, peeking out from the side to observe the man, only to see him pull his fallen hood up. He adjusted it slightly so that most of his face was hidden, before continuing on his journey.
Soleia moved as soon as he did. She stood up and trailed after him, making sure to keep a safe distance all throughout so that she wouldn't be caught tailing.
However, even though the man hadn't turned to look back a second time, it was as though he knew he was being followed. His footsteps became quicker and hurried, weaving through the crowd expertly.
No one else other than Soleia seemed to pay him any mind― most of them instinctively swerved to one side to let him pass, but when Soleia got near, they were quick to fill up the space, making it nearly impossible for her to move through without bumping shoulders.
"Please excuse me," she muttered, shoving her way through the growing crowd.