Lucretia tugged at her hoodie to shield her face, following quickly behind Reggie as he led the way through the crowded streets of the village. Her face contorted in a grimace as some of the villagers brushed past her, rubbing their bodies against her expensive leather cloak. She had never had to walk in the village before, and on the few occasions she passed through, she was cradled in the four walls of her heavily guarded carriage.
"How much farther?" she grunted in distaste.
"Just a little more, my queen," Reggie replied without glancing back at her.
After a while, they turned a corner onto a quiet street. With the type of houses lined up on each side, it was clear that the people who lived there had enough coins to spare. The streets were cleaner, and every balcony held vases of colorful flowers.
Reggie rapped at a door, and moments later, a chubby, short woman threw it open. Her face softened when she met Reggie's gaze.
