Adam Vasic (adam_vasic) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-08-08 12:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, [plot] medieval madison, savannah levine (alilblackmagic), ~2022 august, ~~~~adam vasic (adam_vasic) |
Who: Adam & Savannah
What: A simple conversation
Where: The bakery
When: This afternoon
Warnings: a bit of implied violence
Status: complete gdoc
Life as a prince was generally boring and Adam tried to avoid his royal duties as often as possible, much to the chagrin of his advisors. Over the years, he had discovered many ways out of the castle and used them frequently to go out and explore the village. It was easy enough to disguise himself since very few of the townsfolk were afforded the privilege of meeting the prince, something he advocated to change to no avail.
He thought he would be a much more effective ruler if he was among his people and could better understand their needs. At least once a week, he tried to slip out and visit some of the businesses, sometimes more frequently if he didn’t have too many meetings and other obligations.
One of his favorite places to visit was the bakery. The young woman who ran it was rather charming and if it were entirely up to him, he would be courting her. Naturally, that wouldn’t fly with anyone who had influence over him. Today, he managed to get there and he patiently waited his turn.
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Savannah technically didn’t own the bakery. Her father did. But, he learned quickly to leave the day-to-day running of the business to his rather savvy daughter. Everyone thought of her as a dutiful daughter, because she made sure that’s what people noticed. At night, as the town slept, she crept out of her room and house to practice witchcraft.
Her baked goods were made with literal love. Savannah added a dash of a love potion to every baked good, enough to keep repeat customers, and maybe be a little open to the possibility of love.
She brushed her flour covered hand across her forehead, and smiled at the next customer. Baguettes and bread were ordered and a moment later her favourite customer appeared, although Savannah would never say so. “What can I get you today?” The bakery mostly emptied and she leaned across the counter long enough to kiss him on the cheek. Anything else crossed boundaries which might put her honour at stake. She did wish to marry some day.