I was making my way to a wig shop after I had gotten a brown cloak and pulled up its hood.
I had successfully managed to sneak out of my carriage without the knights following.
It was easy actually. I just told one of the knights that I was just soooooo hungry and I needed that tart from that shop which was located approximately 3 miles from here and insisted that them to take Seanna with them, giving them some lame excuse. And when the two of them left, I quickly and quietly sneaked out of the carriage with a few golds in my pouch.
I found the wig shop soon enough while remembering the landmarks so I could return without getting lost.
It was a small shop and it had a lot of wigs on display.
"How much is this one for?" I asked the shopkeeper pointing a long black haired wig.
"3 golds."
I took out three golds from the pouch and handed it to him as he asked.
"You are a noble, huh?" He asked me. I paused.
Wait.... How did he guess that? I'm wearing a cloak right now.
I nodded, still thinking where the loophole was.
"Why would a beautiful lady such as yourself need a wig?"
I didn't want to answer so I just replied the question with another question, "Why do you think?"
"Cause you're going bald?" The man said sarcastically and laughed.
Hahaha. Very funny.
But I needed to get away quickly before the knights return, so I replied, "Damn Right." Since I had my hood on, he couldn't get an outline of my hair.
The man looked taken aback.
"You wanna check?" I said clutching my hood as if to reveal my non-existent shiny bald scalp.
"Uh. No. That's not needed." He quickly said and handed me the wig.
I quickly took it and made my way back to the carriage, when I was a few turns away from my carriage, I removed the cloak and wrapped it around my wig so I can quickly sneak into the carriage and stuff it into one of the shopping bags.
When I was about to move on again, I heard some voices coming from a dark alley just in front of me.
"Come with me you little brat! Dammit!" A hoarse voice came, though there was something very different about the language he spoke.
I decided to quickly cross it and pretend I didn't hear anything. I can't get involved in trouble like those nosy female leads in my favourite novels.
As I was passing the alley my eyes decided to take a quick glance out of curiosity(when my brain was freaking screaming at me to not look). And I stopped dead in my tracks.
Eunah?
Was the first thing I thought after looking at the small kid. She looked unrealistically similar to my sister. Though a few years younger. Black hair and black eyes small hands which were trying to get away from the grip of the larger hands pulling her.
"Let go." she spoke and I acted on my instincts.
On my dumb, stupid and heroic instincts.
"Excuse me but the child said to let her go." I spoke sternly before I could stop myself.
The man pulling her looked at me with his sharp eyes and I nearly stopped myself from taking an about-turn and dashing off crying 'Eommma*!!'. (Mommy)
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