Veering off the main path and marching toward a wooden table laden with hundreds of freshly baked, golden-brown cream puffs dusted with powdered sugar.
"Lady Seraphina! Where are you going? That is the culinary sector! We are not permitted to loiter there!" Cassian panicked, jogging after her, his silver boots clicking frantically against the stone.
Seraphina ignored him. She marched right up to the table.
A friendly baker's apprentice saw her, smiled broadly, and immediately offered her a small, wooden platter holding three massive cream puffs.
"For the little Sovereign!" the apprentice beamed.
"Thank you!" Seraphina chirped, taking the platter.
She turned around to face Cassian. The young Paladin was standing three feet away, staring at the platter of pastries with an expression of deeply conflicted horror.
