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It was dusk when she finally arrived at the market.
Eyes frantically searching any buyers that were still opened, she nervously fidgeted with the frayed edge of her worn wool shawl. She looked like any other struggling peasant of the kingdom: old and handmade dress out of a blue cotton fabric, torn tights and scuffed shoes; her dark brown hair hung limp from not being washed giving it an almost black color, it was pushed out her face with a scrap piece of white material.
Her blue eyes caught the local fisherman teenage son, a vile boy who always made leering comments towards her and every other walking female their age.
She didn't want get food from him, but she and her brother were becoming desperate for anything.
She gritted her teeth and tensely made her way to him.
"William..."
The order was commissioned by the head of guard. He stood tall and regal in front of his men, who were waiting to be released.
"The king is wanting results to find out what the enemy is planning. You know your orders. Dismissed." The guard said firmly before the rest quickly filtered out of the room.
"Sir, what do you think they are planning?" A young man asked. He looked to be about seventeen with dirty blond hair and sharp blue eyes. He stood next to his superior apprehension clouding his eyes and tone.
The older man sighed, running a hand over his face, "I do not know Erik. I do not know."