(Brendan POV)
"Hey, can we get that? I like apples! I remember having some of them and they're really sweet!"
I sighed and massaged my temples, "No. Remember what we are here for. We are not shopping!"
"Oh come on! The whole city is going to--"
I covered Sylphy's mouth with my hand, shutting her up.
"Quiet you!" I hissed. "Do you even understand what we're doing here?"
She rolled her eyes and pried her hands off, "Come now, Brendan darling, you doing this would just bring more attention to us."
As though on cue, a pair of guards walked up to us.
"Is there a problem here?"
Sylphy leapt into my arms, "Oh! Forgive us sirs! The two of us are newlyweds on our honeymoon you see! And my husband is really touchy!"
The guards nodded their heads in understanding, "I see, I see. That is understandable. It's good to be young. But do it in moderation young man, or your wife might get sick of you, you know?"
