Chapter 3: Honey’d DreamsEfren, the previous day
Efren mentally crossed his fingers and breathed in the aromatic scent of freshly baked breads as he approached Honey’d Dreams, a bakery and sweets shop in Zioneven’s capital city’s high street.
The street bustled with activity as people strode down the walkway, pausing now and then at vendors hawking their wares along the street. Bells jingled as shop doors opened and closed.
He could have sent a servant on this errand, but he enjoyed getting out amongst the people he served as their crown prince. The better to keep a finger on the pulse of the realm. What worked, what should possibly change.
When Efren had asked Marcelo what he would miss from his life in Sheburat, he had first mentioned his family, of course. It was the proper thing to
