"My lady," Devlin said quietly, stepping closer as they moved into the market proper. "Our 'host' should be near the trout stalls. He said he'd be inspecting the morning's selection for the manor's kitchens."
Jocelynn nodded, turning away from the scene of Owain's men dragging a hapless fisherman away in order to search for the mysterious Master Jean.
She'd been trying to find a way to meet with him ever since the night he'd prepared a dinner for her that included both her favorite pudding and a version of Ashlynn's favorite fish. The meal had been a message, but what it meant, she'd never been able to learn as an endless stream of servants seemed to conspire to keep her too busy preparing for tomorrow's Grand Ceremony to visit the kitchens.
