Lucille
Cool autumn air swirled, tingling my cheeks, as Lady Buckingham and I made our way outside Molave Palace to the waiting cars. Much to my surprise, I'd received the king's approval to make a return trip to Brynad. The news came earlier this morning, giving my mistress and I a short time to ready for travel. The small town was less than a half an hour from Molave City's limits. I was approved to arrive before noon, the time the market was scheduled to open.
With the colder temperatures, my attire was less important than the impact of my presence. This was the first time in all my years as princess that I'd been given such a responsibility. I knew in the grand scheme of the Molavian people, one small speech was insignificant.
To me, it was monumental.
My presence was requested
