Away from the palace, and hours ago, Rohan had not thought it would take him this much time and effort before he would get to Mrs. Bigger, for he had expected he would find the woman exactly where he had thought.
After he had left the Dawson residence, Rohan had made his way to the town market, the same one they had passed on the day they had arrived in Aragonia, when Belle had pointed the elder woman out to him through the carriage window.
Only, when he got there, the stall where fruits had been displayed that day was empty, with morning dew dripping from the canopy covering the space and landing on the hat he wore. He scowled at the damp emptiness, not expecting she wouldn't be there when the market opened earlier before the rise of the sun.
The other stalls had opened, and only hers remained empty, which meant he would either have to wait and see if she hadn't yet come, or ask someone about her and when she would open.
