The Mob

They left the shop. Zephyr was inspecting the crown with a smile, knowing it would exhilarate Azura. 

He knew his one action would melt her and they were in a tight position for the past few months.

"When did I become your friend?" 

"Are you not?" Delvin smirked.

"Why would I? Prince Zephyr Elrond will be your friend? Look at you and look at me," 

Delvin hummed in agreement, "I agree I look more handsome,"

"Hey!"

They both chuckled a little before Zephyr hesitantly asked, not sure if he should mention this topic.

"I thought your sister was in the village,"

"I couldn't bear staring at their faces. They looked at her as if she was impure. We shifted when I was assigned here," Delvin growled.

Not wanting to remember what horrible days they spent there.

Only mentioning it made him enraged.

"She is much better here now, with Jamie, I don't have to worry now," He sighed in relief, gradually gaining his smile back.