As Friar Tillis told his story, Faye nestled in among the children, listening intently. She could feel the warmth of their little bodies and the softness of their clothes brush against her skin as they all fought to position themselves closer to her.
All the children wanted the attention of the Duchess.
Faye closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She let herself get lost in the old man's story, feeling a sense of serenity envelop her as she sat relaxed among the kids. The sounds of their laughter and gasps of surprise filled the place as they paid careful attention to the Friars tale.
Faye felt a slight tug on her dress sleeve. A little boy no older that five years with fair hair and brilliant blue eyes like hers gazed up at her face where they sat with each other. He gave her an innocent smile, and she noticed he was missing a front tooth.
