Supreme Spouse System.
Chapter 170: Where the Night Took Us

Chapter 170: Where the Night Took Us

Where the Night Took Us

Gentle lamplight danced over silk banners overhead as Moon’s silver radiance poured through open roofs. Under the awning of lanterns and rustling fabric, the Moonspire Night Market throbbed with energy—laughter, music, and the drool-worthy scents and mix of roasted spices, ripe fruits, and incense winding through the night air.

Leon and Nova moved forward together. His golden eyes shone in the golden light, their typical mischief tempered with something quieter. She said nothing initially—merely gave his hand a little hard squeeze.

"We actually made it," she said, her tone low but inflected with something close to awe.

Leon smiled, not his typical smirk, but something genuine. "Told you I’d get us here."

Nova rolled her eyes, but the smile pulling at her lips betrayed her. "You got lucky."

"Maybe," he replied, stroking his thumb along hers. "But it’s the good kind of lucky."

They stood on the brink of a market where silk banners danced in the balmy wind, lanterns dangled like suspended stars, and cobbled streets glimmered in moonlight. Music poured between stalls, interweaving the laughter of strangers with the ringing of wind-bells. The night was magical—beyond the cares of duty, war, or the world left behind.

Behind them, the palace receded into darkness. Somewhere among the trees, a figure stood waiting in silence. But neither of them is aware.

Their fingers remained clutched as they entered the pulsing maze of the market. Their footsteps fell in tandem without effort, their pace relaxed, unhurried. The aromas drew them in further—woodsmoke-scented, honey-sweet, cinnamon-spiced, vibrant. Sellers shouted in chant-like voices, drawing strangers in with pulsing glass baubles, trinkets that buzzed softly with enchantment, and star-shaped and dragon-shaped candies.

Leon edged forward slightly, shoulder against hers. "So, anything strike your eye first? Or do we just let the night take us?"

Nova gave him a sidelong look, eyes dancing with amusement. "You’re telling me you didn’t have every detail of this planned already, Mister ’Told You I’d Get Us Here’?"

He laughed. "I planned the getaway. The rest... I thought we’d improvise.

"Dangerous strategy," she whispered with small amuse smile, but did not release his hand.

Together, they moved deeper into the center of the market—into the light, warmth, and curious magic of an evening that seemed as though it was meant for them alone.

Nova leaned her head back, green eyes catching the glow of hovering lanterns overhead. "It’s beautiful."

Leon smiled. "Not as beautiful as you, but yeah... not bad."

She laughed, though a flush spread over her cheeks. "You never quit, do you?"

"Nah. I’m on a date with the toughest woman in the kingdom. I’ve gotten the right to be brazen."

She guffawed—an open, unreserved sound that took even her by surprise. It had been months since she’d ever guffawed like that. "You’re impossible."

"And yet here you are," Leon said, playfully bumping her shoulder.

Their first destination was at a lantern seller’s stand, where luminescent spheres hovered above a table covered with dark blue silk. Nova extended her hand toward one, her fingers grazing its surface. The light within thrummed in beat with her heart.

"These lanterns are life-sensitive," the vendor said. "They burn warmer when you’re close to someone whose heart is in harmony with yours."

Nova gazed as the orb between her and Leon flared gently, golden light unfolding like a breath between them.

Leon leaned in closer, clearly pleased. "Well, can’t argue with magic and feelings."

She shook her head, struggling against a smile. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you like it."

She didn’t dispute.

They ambled on, discovering rows of stalls laden with crystal-encased charms, rings of fire dancing, and small glass creatures that jerked when prodded. A haunting melody was played on the nearby street musician’s instrument, and there was the scent of spiced honey and wildflowers.

At another stall, Leon purchased her a bracelet—a dainty strip woven with silvery string that twinkled like starlight when it reflected the lantern light. Nova regarded it with the characteristic raised eyebrow, lips opening as if she would demur.

But she did not.

Instead, she eased it onto her wrist slowly, her fingers stroking over the fine fabric as if it would vanish from her if she touched it too swiftly. The cloth was warm, as if it had already absorbed the heat of the evening. A small smile played on her lips—not sharp or flirtatious, but something gentler. Real.

She didn’t glance at Leon when she smiled. She didn’t have to. He saw it anyway.

And he also smiled.

They continued, allowing the tide of the marketplace to sweep them along—past a fortune-teller’s tent where smoke danced around glass balls, past the sound of musicians picking out ancient melodies on stringed instruments, their music drifting through the air like dust.

The aroma of sizzling spices led them to a small cart wedged between two giant silk banners. There was an elderly man at the grill turning skewers of sizzling meat with effortless skill, while his wife served out honey-glazed pastry with powdered sugar stuck to her sleeves.

Nova hunched forward, more attracted by the aroma than the presentation. Her belly contracted with a happy contraction—unexpected hunger and comfort. She grabbed a skewer and bit in, humming a little at the heat and taste.

Leon was standing next to her, a pastry clutched in one hand—but his eyes kept sneaking to her skewer like a thief looking at loot. He didn’t ask. Naturally, he didn’t.

He leaned in and took a bite, clean and shameless, right from her hand.

Nova blinked. "You’re unbelievable," she muttered, turning to glare at him.

Leon glanced at her with a look of pure mock innocence, cheeks still full. "What?"

She exhaled and pushed him with her shoulder, hard enough to make a point but not enough to throw him off balance. "You keep taking my food. If I don’t cut you off, I’ll end up buying more just to keep pace—and then I’ll turn into a blob."

He swallowed his bite, licking a smudge of glaze from his thumb as if in a manner that was somehow too slow to be innocent. "I wouldn’t mind."

Nova raised an eyebrow, but the flush in her cheeks gave her away. "You would if I sat on you during sparring."

Leon tilted his head, that same glint coming back to his gold eyes. His mouth faltered, obviously suppressing a grin. ".Actually, now I’m curious.

Nova stared at him. And then—despite herself—she laughed. Not a short breath or a scoff, but a real, breath-catching laugh that came from somewhere she didn’t usually let people see. She tried to hide it behind another bite of her skewer, but it was too late.

Leon just watched her, his grin softening into something warmer. Something fonder.

"You’re the worst," she said, half-hearted.

Perhaps," he answered, nudging his shoulder gently against hers.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t step back.

She laughed. This one wasn’t rehearsed or guarded. It just flowed out of her before she could stop it—brilliant and full and genuine. It caught her off guard how readily it came, as if it had been waiting deep within her all along for this very moment.

Leon froze next to her, for only a moment. That laugh. it unraveled something in him. And he banked it in, as though he understood better than to call attention to the sound of her laughter shattering the space between them.

They continued on, slower now, their shoulders touching with every step.

The air thickened around them—stalls huddled closer, lamps suspended lower, filled with the smell of cloves and citrus and emberwood. A warm, amber light that grew brighter led them forward, from paper torches stuck in sand jars. A stall filled with brass urns and steam-crested flasks offered them welcome warmth with its soft silence.