Valoria · Y/n story by @yaneverknow

The morning sun cast a golden veil over the village of Ashwick, painting the cobblestone streets in hues of amber and rose. The smell of fresh bread drifted from the bakery on the corner, where Y/n had been up since before dawn, flour dusting her apron like snow.

John Baker

pokes his head through the back door, flour smudged on his cheek Y/n! The royal order needs delivering by noon. Cook said they're short on supplies for the feast tomorrow.

Kate Baker

calls from inside, her voice warm but firm And mind you take the side entrance. The main gates are no place for a baker's daughter, no matter how fine your pastries are.

Y/n wiped her hands on her apron, glancing at the basket of fresh loaves and honey cakes waiting by the door. The familiar weight of her task settled in her chest—a small errand, but one that carried her into the heart of a world she only glimpsed through castle windows.

John Baker

smiles, his eyes crinkling Don't let the guards rush you. And if you see that young prince—chuckles—well, mind your manners.

The castle bells chimed in the distance, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to call to her.