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Night fell like a velvet curtain over the goblin camp. Drums thudded in the distance, signaling the beginning of Regatta’s “moonlit bridal rites.” Lights shimmered between the trees in colors unnatural and swirling. Goblins were everywhere, dancing, drinking, chanting. A haze of perfumed fog covered the camp. Aeron and Brim crept toward the horse pens, the shadows curling around them like cloaks. Goblin guards were too busy celebrating to notice two wolves sneaking past their perimeter. Meanwhile, Caelum slinked toward Regatta’s tent.

The goblin explained, but I didn’t care. “Let’s find out then.” I dragged the goblin to the front of the closed entrance, holding him down tightly. I stood till I realised I didn’t know what to do. “I told you,” The goblin said, “I hold no value to him, neither do my possessions. Let me go already.” I stayed silent, looking at the closed door, waiting for some miracle to enable me to trade the goblin - All to no avail. My shoulders sank, and I contemplated if the goblin wasn’t valuable enough to recover my Ithra. Just when I thought it was over, a rumble rocked the cave, and slowly, the rocks that blocked the entrance rolled away - making a pathway inside the cave.

Fairies. I didn’t know what to feel. I was not sure if I was just hallucinating or I was seeing the real thing. They were like humans, but little and with wings. “Don’t waste your time! Hurry! Kiss the Goblin!” their tiny voices were cute. I was still amused with the situation not until memories flashed in my head. “The Goblin’s trapped into a deep sleep. A spell was casted by a witch and no one could wake him except for the kiss of his bride."

above was a roiling mass of colour that hurt to perceive directly, as if someone had painted nightmares on the inside of a skull. Beings of every description moved through the market. Some were recognizably human beneath their cloaks and veils. Others defied easy categorization: too many limbs, wrong angles, faces that shifted when viewed peripherally. The air itself tasted of copper and possibility, thick with the residue of a thousand forbidden transactions.

I couldn't let the allure of the sunlight blind me to the dangers that lurked within the shadows. With a deep breath, I steeled myself and began to walk through the bustling market. I moved through the crowd, my steps were purposeful and focused. My eyes scanned the stalls, searching for any signs of Gomez. As I walked through the bustling market, my eyes scanned the faces of the people passing by. I approached a vendor and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a man named Gomez? He was with me earlier." The vendor looked at me with a perplexed expression and shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir, I haven't seen anyone by that name. Are you sure you're in the right place?"

Moments later, once his bones were finished snapping into place, Stanley stood tall and regal above Scar, those cold, hard eyes of his staring down at her from an impossible height. "You thought you could run from me, did you?" he said, his voice flat. "You're a fool who knows nothing about goblin magic. Running was always going to be futile, and it always will be. You want to know why?" He crouched, his long, claw-like fingernails digging under her furry chin to tilt her head to look up at him. "Because the moment you gave your word to me, you became mine. And in the world of goblins, property cannot run away."

He jumped out first and then turned back to me, bowing low with exaggerated grace. “Welcome to Grafburg's night market, Princess.” Gazing at my prince, I stepped out carefully, curious to see an ancient shopping mall like the gothic vibes of the city. But the moment my heels touched the cobbled street, my breath caught. It wasn’t a luxury shopping place or an old gothic mystery, but a long street of lively glitter. The night market shimmered beneath the rows of lanterns, strung like golden stars, their glow spilling across vendor stalls draped in silk, spices, and glittering trinkets. The air was alive with laughter, music from flutes drifting through the crowd, and the warm scent of delicio

Stepbrother’s overlays aligned into a single line of light. And I pulled the strings—not to bind, but to connect. Together, we whispered into the market: “We trade our fear.” The stalls shattered like glass. The plaza roared with light. And the hum whispered back: *Bargain accepted.* --- The market dissolved, stalls collapsing into dust, whispers fading. We stood on a street that had been remade, the ground solid, the air clear. The hum was softer now, almost approving. But I could feel it in my bones—we hadn’t escaped without cost.

It’s his loss for not bringing a talented and beautiful princess like me. I was about to step again when I felt a presence behind me and saw the goblin leader giving me a look, “You’re leaving me. Would you like land, mine, or an empire?” I paused, “what?” “I can win you everything. Name everything you want then I could grant your wish as long as you marry me tonight.”

"Come and see, fresh organic spices teleported from India!" "Magic gems! Powerful defensive magic gems from the land of magic, Bagdad!" "Beautiful wares from China! One set for 3 Magic Crystals!" The she-wolves from the Eastern United Pack walked through the Lower Division Market, the marketplace built below the waterfall of the Crescent Empire in groups of three and four. Goblins and dwarves garbed in colorful saris and blue robes enthusiastically promoted the exotic items on their booths, while pixies and shapeshifters performed magic tricks on a huge platform in the center of the market.