Blaze paused and unclasped his cloak. He stopped Emma and made sure it was fastened around her neck. "Keep your head down," he instructed. "There are ppsters all over with your face on them."
Blaze led the runaway princess to an inn and checked themselves in. The old woman behind the counter smiled as she gave them their key. "Eloping?" she inquired. Blaze turned almost as red as his wings. "N-No, ma'am," he said. "Just stopping for a night."
"Nothing important," Blaze said. He led the way to their room in the basement: smallish, with a door connecting to a private bathroom, with a natural hot spring. Unfortunately there was only one bed.