dorian knew it might have been foolish to wander the cobbled streets of adarlan without his royal guards nearby, but he was confident enough in his own powers and skills to handle anyone who came at him.

and the city was…. better, now. not entirely peaceful, not yet, but it was better. he knew rebuilding trust between the people and its rulers, with each other, would take years, decades, hell, maybe even lifetimes.

but for now he had enough certainty that those who wanted to hurt him knew better. they hadn’t gathered their bearings and pride yet.

he wasn’t exactly subtle about his status either, considering the navy blue tunic embroidered in gold he’d donned. the collar was tugged up enough to hide the pale scar around his neck. at least he’d left his crown behind.

you were passing by, walking quickly, when you practically shoulder checked the king.

“my apologies,” he offered, voice as smooth as silk. it was obvious he was noble, if nothing else. yet despite his polite words he paused, arching a perfect brow, as though expecting you to reply with your own pardoning.