Page 199 of The Villainess Chose Naps Over Death Flags

"He's still a baby," Carol insisted.

The apothecary's shop was a treasure trove. Neat rows of bottles and jars lined the shelves, each labeled with precise script. Carol found high-quality calming draughts and soothing herbal blends—the kind that would help ease tension after long campaigns or difficult battles.

"For you," she told Caspian, adding them to their growing pile of purchases. "For when you come back from the border and need to relax."

Something warm flickered in Caspian's eyes. "Thank you."

But Carol's most important purchase came from a master craftsman's workshop tucked away on a quieter street.

The shop specialized in magical items—practical enchantments for everyday use. Carol found exactly what she was looking for: a comprehensive maintenance kit for weapons and armor. The enchantments would keep metal pristine, prevent rust, maintain sharp edges, and even repair minor damage over time.

"This is perfect," Carol said, examining the elegant wooden case that held the various oils, cloths, and tools. "He'll love it."

"The Duke will appreciate the practicality," the craftsman agreed. "Many warriors prefer enchanted maintenance over constant manual upkeep."

Carol added one more item to her purchase—a pocket watch from the jeweler next door. It was beautiful, crafted from silver with intricate engravings, and it opened to reveal space for a small portrait.

"I'll need to have a portrait painted," Carol said, turning the watch over in her hands.

"There's an excellent portrait artist in the arts quarter," Beatrice said. "We could schedule a sitting later this week?"

"Perfect," Carol said. She glanced at Caspian. "Actually, we should have a portrait done together. Our first official portrait as a married couple."

"I'd like that," Caspian said quietly.

Carol's heart warmed. She tucked the pocket watch carefully into her bag—this would be presented to Caspian with her portrait inside. Something for him to carry when they were apart.

They continued through the district. Beatrice found gifts for their parents. Carol selected books from a well-stocked bookseller. Caspian purchased a stunning bracelet for Carol—delicate gold with small emeralds—and a set of ornate hairpins that matched.

"You're spoiling me," Carol protested as Caspian fastened the bracelet around her wrist.

"That's my prerogative as your husband," Caspian said.

The guards were now heavily laden with packages, boxes, and wrapped bundles. They'd need to make a trip back to the townhouse soon just to unload everything.

"I think we've conquered the shopping district," Beatrice said, laughing. "Should we find somewhere for lunch?"

"Please," Carol said. "I'm starving."

"You're always starving lately," Caspian observed.

"I'm growing a whole person," Carol pointed out. "That takes energy. And food. Lots of food."

They found a well-appointed restaurant in the merchant quarter—the kind of establishment that catered to wealthy shoppers who needed a respite from their purchasing adventures. The guards stationed themselves outside with the packages while Carol, Caspian, and Beatrice were shown to a private table near the windows.

Caspian caught the restaurant manager's eye and gestured toward the guards outside—a silent instruction to ensure his men were fed.

The interior was elegant without being ostentatious. White tablecloths, fresh flowers, soft music playing from somewhere. Other diners filled the space—mostly nobles and wealthy merchants, all dressed well and speaking in refined tones.

Carol settled into her chair with a sigh of relief. Her feet were starting to protest the morning's activities.

"Comfortable?" Caspian asked.

"Very," Carol said. "Though I may need you to carry me back to the townhouse later."

"That can be arranged," Caspian said, and he sounded like he actually meant it.

A server appeared with menus and water. Carol accepted hers gratefully and began perusing the options.