{Third Person}
The shopping district was livelier than anywhere else Amara had seen since arriving in the Werewolf City.
Although it lacked the grandeur and modern conveniences of the larger cities in the Human Kingdom, there was an undeniable warmth to the place.
Neatly arranged storefronts lined both sides of the broad street, while well-dressed families wandered from one shop to another, stopping occasionally to greet familiar faces.
The atmosphere was peaceful, and for the first time in a long while, Amara found herself blending naturally into an ordinary crowd instead of being surrounded by palace walls and endless rules.
Alexander led her into one of the largest clothing stores in the district. The moment they entered, several attendants bowed respectfully.
"Your Highness."
Alexander acknowledged them with a slight nod before turning to Amara. "Take your time."
She looked around at the neatly arranged displays before asking quietly, "Just... clothes?"
