Ovelia's POV
The golden light of sunset draped over Thunoa Village, painting the thatched roofs in warm hues as Ann and I wandered through the marketplace. The air carried the comforting scent of woodsmoke and baked goods, but beneath the peaceful atmosphere, unease prickled at my skin. Ace, Ray, and Philip had been gone too long, and the thought of them facing danger made my fingers tighten around the fabric of my skirt.
"Lady Ovelia!" Ann whispered excitedly, tugging at my sleeve. She pointed toward a vendor tending a small grill, where kernels of corn sizzled over glowing embers. "Would you like a snack? That man is selling grilled corn!"
"I appreciate it, Ann, but I—" Before I can finish, she grabs my hand and pulls me toward the vendor.
"I'll pay, Lady Ovelia," she insisted, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Sir Ray gave me pocket money before we left Silverhowl!"
The rich, smoky aroma of charred corn filled my nose as we approached, making my stomach growl in response.
