“And like dandelions, life can be beautiful too, if you wish to seek the beauty in it.”

CHAPTER VIII: Betrothed; The Unexpected Revelation

   BY THE SUN was on its way up back with the clouds again, was also when we finally reached a shade—which was the gatehouse. I was not particularly fretting about the load, nor the heat from the sun. I am used to this. I used to work in a hotter temperature than this in a certain market of Piterbern, with two sacks of either farm vegetables or field corn on my back, loading and unloading cargoes, and even assigned to clean a particularly wide stinky area in the market when one of the merchant’s assistant was not around. Of course, I would never decline a task, especially when I know I need extra money. I was that diligent before.