Ariel stopped by the bakery to pick up some bread, just as Claire had instructed. The small shop was unusually crowded, and she ended up waiting much longer than she'd planned.
As she stood in line, her mind wandered back to what the seamstress had said about the nobles visiting town. Why would nobles, especially from the capital would have any interest in their little village? Even the Duke and Duchess of Vesper rarely made appearances here.
In the past two years, Ariel could count the number of times she'd seen the Duchess on one hand. The townsfolk always grew giddy with excitement whenever she visited. Duchess Rebecca, with her kind smile and ginger hair, was beloved by the people. It was a shame she hadn't yet had a child despite years of marriage.
Still, Rebecca was young. There was time.
