Third Person
The Caswell family was yet to recover from their greatest disgrace. All over the pack, words had spread, and even beyond...right down to the smallest of toddlers...the shame and humiliation. Yella Caswell had suffered on their tongues.
Morning spread through the land like hope for a brighter future. The market was beaming with laughter, bidding, and gossip. By the meat stand, two women stood waiting on the butcher to dice down their portion.
“Lady Yella suffered most; I heard her father had to carry her out. She was too weak to walk after the crown picked our Luna,” one of the buyers half-laughed.
“I heard she was so humiliated that she hasn’t left her father’s house. " The second laughed even louder than the last.
“Here.” The butcher handed them their package.
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