We woke up early the next morning to handle business.
The fishing village was quaint and charming. The blue-green ocean dazzled invitingly in the daylight; I couldn't stop looking at it even when my eyes were squinting from the bright sun. Only when we passed by the area where I stood with Luca last night, did I tear my eyes away.
Some kids were jumping into the water, clearly having I good time. I was so tempted to get in, but the water was deep and I couldn't swim. Not that it mattered. The princess, wet and vulnerable in full view of the public, was highly scandalous.
Small fishing boats were moored on the quay, and I was told that they had bigger boats anchored at sea. I inspected the ones I could see and took note of the village's requisitions.
The villagers gave us a collection of bracelets made of tiny, white seashells as a token of their appreciation. I passed them around to everyone in my retinue and made them wear the bracelets.
