Lady Newspring smiled up at him, eyes shining. "Lord Sunsinger, your presence is a welcome surprise. You're the last person I expected to see at the Wildblossom Market. Could it be for an, um, special occasion?"
Her eyes strayed to me, and Aerion shook his head, chuckling.
"I'm afraid our relationship isn't of that nature. But tell me, what's the elegant Lady Newspring doing in so lowly an establishment? You're not still trying to 'live the commoner dream,' are you?"
The woman blushed, running a hand through her long, auburn hair. "O-Of course not! I'm perfectly happy with being a noble, you know."
He grinned. "Then what?"
"My cousin works here, if you must know," she said, mustering her composure. "It's something of a hobby, caring for flowers and mingling with the everyday people. We nobles are sworn to serve them, you know."
"Is that right? I seem to remember your house being rather vocal about ruling them instead."
