Chapter 215: The Price of Forgotten Love and the Herald of Winter
It was afternoon; classes had ended, and Cassian was walking alone through the capital.
Cassian turned onto the capital's most elite street, a place where even nobles checked their wallets twice before entering.
His steps came to a halt in front of a shop featuring massive crystal display windows and gold-leafed doors.
This was the kind of place where the gleam of a single necklace in the window, coupled with the terrifying price tag next to it, seemed to scream at a commoner: *Change your path, don't even walk past and taint my shadow.*
Unlike the silk-robed nobles around him, Cassian stood there in extremely simple black clothes that bore no crests or jewelry. From the outside, he looked like a lost, ordinary civilian.
Yet, without hesitation, he pushed open the gold-embroidered glass door and stepped inside.
