(Prepare yourself for a long part ;-;)
Cecelia glanced back just as the man had entered the inn, her eyebrows furrowing. Why is he here in the first place? To be honest, she hadn't expected him to let her go so easily. If he hadn't killed her, than what else could he possibly want? He never answered her question. The woman shook her head, rubbing her hands together to ease her nerves and ward off the cold.
She soon approached the marketplace, not at all surprised that it was nearly deserted. A single, middle aged man stood at his stall, eyeing her warily as she walked up to him. He wrinkled his fat nose in disgust.
"You think I'll still sell you my wares, girl? After you just spoke to the Heretic King?" he spat. Cecelia felt a surge of anger go through her veins as she narrowed her eyes at him. Like I had a choice in the matter! However, before she could utter a retort, the shopkeeper added, "You're probably a heretic yourself, aren't you?"
"Listen here, you old-"
"Threats aren't going to change my mind," he said, glaring at her. He slammed his meaty hands on the stall table and snarled, "And if you don't leave right now, I'm going to get the guards to arrest you. I don't think you'll like prison much, girl." Cecelia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Before she could do anything she'd regret, she grit her teeth and walked away. It's all that Heretic King's fault. And if I can't get supplies from the market....well...I have no other choice than to confront him.
With an amount of boldness only stupidity could provide, the woman began to trudge towards the inn.