Clingy Wife
"Late-night trade, my lady. The roads are quieter, though not always safer."
"Not safer?" Salviana tilted her head, genuine concern in her voice.
"Bandits, mostly," another merchant chimed in, his hand resting protectively on his cart. "But we've been lucky so far. No trouble tonight."
Alaric's eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the horizon. "Be vigilant. Luck can change quickly."
Salviana shot him a look, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "Don't scare them, my prince. They've had a peaceful night so far."
The merchants exchanged amused glances. "You two must be newlyweds," the first merchant observed with a grin.
Salviana laughed softly, her cheeks warming. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only a little," the merchant replied. "The way you bicker is quite endearing."
Alaric shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "We should let you be on your way. Safe travels."
"And to you," the merchant said, tipping his hat.