Solomon must have slept well, because he got up out of bed quickly. "Morning, Rose," he yawned. "Already up?"
Rose made an exaggerated scowl. "No, I can do inventory in my sleep. What's on today's agenda?"
"I guess while we're in town, I need to buy some new clothes... Maybe a weapon to go with my staff, should the smith here be good."
She laid on her arm and smiled at him. "How about a sword? Heroes always use swords."
Solomon walked up to see what she was doing. He remarked, "Inventory? If that's the case, add this to the pile." His coin purse thumped onto the desk.

As he muttered something about coins, Rose leaned back her head to look up at him. His face was close. [i]What would it be like to kiss him?[/i] she mused. Her lips parted slightly as she let her imagination play for a little. She could see him lean down, his lips just brushing hers as their breaths mingled like the calm before the storm. She would run her hand through his hair as he traced down her chin, her neck, and lower. He would hold her by the waist, and if he was feeling bold, slowly draw his hands upwards until he left her gasping for breath-

[i]Pfft. Not gonna happen.[/i] Rose sat up and stared at the coin purse, finally realizing just how much he said was in there.

"Wait, four crowns?"

She stared some more. [i]This guy is loaded. I think I'm in love.[/i]

"Four crowns," she repeated.

Rose turned around again to look at Solomon and raised her brow. "Are you sure the princess doesn't have any ulterior motives?" she joked. A teasing smile tugged at her cheeks. "To be fair, though, your purse will feel much lighter when you buy a new sword. Come on, let's find you a good one." Rose pushed back the chair and motioned for Solomon to follow.

There were a couple blacksmiths in town, it turned out, but a few probing queries to the locals narrowed their options down to one. Rose approached the blacksmith and waved. "Greetings! May we place an order?"
The blacksmith wiped his hands and put his hands on the counter. "Whaddya want?" he grumbled through his beard.

She looked to Solomon for him to take over. As he described the sword he wanted, she spotted a bug on his arm and batted it away, thinking nothing of it. After the blacksmith considered Solomon's criteria, he picked out a weapon and set it on the counter. "Will this work?"