Married. Yes. That was their objective. That had been her objective as well, but now she felt like she wanted to hide behind someone strong and safe and pretend that nothing had ever happened between her and the pirate king.
Except that those who were strong were not safe and those who were safe were weak.
She didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, Daniel was still gentlemanly enough to direct her towards the shops of the tailors and the shoemakers. As much as her thoughts were diverted towards her imminent escape, she still had a wedding dress to order, and by gods, she was going to run away looking like a bride even if she would never be one.
She ended up chatting with a woman with leather gloves covering most of her hands. The lady was what they called a heavy seamstress. Such a name could not exist without proof of hundreds of stings of needles; this was the reason for the gloves.
