The village was alive with the pitter-patter of rain. For most of the villagers, the unexpected downpour was a cause for celebration.
The dry winds of the past weeks had left the air stifling, and many had struggled with the heat as they worked the fields or managed their daily tasks.
Now, with the temperature dropping and the air refreshed, people smiled more freely.
Children danced in the puddles, farmers tilted their faces skyward in gratitude, and chatter rose in clusters as the community enjoyed the rare blessing.
It was, Kyle realized, the perfect moment to introduce the Grand Duchess to his people.
He stood beside her beneath a large canvas tarp they'd strung up for shade days ago, now serving as makeshift shelter from the rain.
The Grand Duchess was dressed in a soft cream tunic and long navy cloak, freshly bathed and composed—yet Kyle could see through her composure.
She stood straighter than usual, her hands folded neatly, her smile polite.
