Chapter 435: Stamped

Irana She liked the capital, she told herself. It wasn't just the bustling streets that brought the energy and the obvious atmosphere of contentment. Of course, it shared an alarming similarity with the desert. Perhaps it was just the fact that she wasn't being followed or treated badly because she was an albino. She spotted a few of them—some looked exactly like her. They shared a look with her, smiling, and the man leading the group even winked at her. She let out a small huff from beside her and rolled her eyes. It would seem, she thought, that was to be her fate from now on—being guarded by the very own color-doing chief. His lizard-like eyes did most to scare the nice, smiling albino man away. “Another one,” she said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand as she continued walking. By the time they returned to the castle, she found herself terribly exhausted, watching Bane take charge of the buying. “All needless,” she thought to herself. She didn't need so many clothes, and