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It was another lively day in Sweetstown. All the businesses were open and busy with customers. People were out doing their daily errands. But Priscilla Preston wanted more to this life. As much as she loved her father, she didn't want to work with him in this bakery forever.
She dreamed of joining the Prince's guard but she knew that it was impossible. Women weren't allowed to do such a thing. But, she supposed the hunting would have to do for now.
"Priscilla!" Theodore Preston called out to his daughter. "Those buns are ready! Could you take them out of the oven, please?"
"Yes, father!" Priscilla called back. She moved from her spot in the window and walked over to the oven.
Theodore had obtained the bakery from an old friend of his. Patricia Mason was known for making the best pastries. Theodore worked under her as an apprentice. But when the kind old woman had passed away, Theodore took control of the bakery. Theo didn't change much. He kept everything the way it was, as to respect Patricia's memory.
Even though Priscilla wasn't as fond of working in the bakery, she never would get tired of the smell of fresh bread. A bell had rung, indicating that a customer walked in through the front door.
"Could you help them, Priscilla?" Theodore requested. He was a bit busy with mixing some ingredients. "My hands are full"
Priscilla made her way to the front of the bakery. "Hello, how can I help you?" The man turned around and looked at Priscilla. Usually, in a town like Sweetstown, everyone knows everyone. But Priscilla has never seen this man before.
"Oh...I...uh..." the man hesitated.
"Are you okay, sir?" Priscilla asked.
"Yeah" the man nodded. He twisted his head around, looking around the bakery as he approached the counter. "The smell attracted me. Is this your bakery?"
"No, my dad's" Priscilla explained. "He wants me to take it over someday"
The man gave her a sympathetic smile. "I know how that feels. I'm guessing you wish for something else in your life"
"Yep. I want to join the Prince's guard one day, but women aren't allowed to" She sighed in disappointment. "So it's not just my father holding me back from that one, it's society as well"
"I don't think that's such a bad ambition" the man admitted. Priscilla seemed taken back by his words, but she appreciated them nonetheless. "I see a bow hiding back there" The man pointed in a direction behind Priscilla. "Can I assume that's yours?"
"Yep. Don't mean to toot my own horn, but I'm the best hunter in all of Sweetstown" A boisterous laughed filled the bakery. Priscilla scowled. There was only one man who laughed like that. "Harry, what do you want?"
