What can a month bring(2)

As Jasmine listened to Alpheo's explanation, she tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. Of course, she didn't know the intricacies of trade or the lives of common folk. Growing up in the palace, her world had been one of luxury and privilege, far removed from the struggles of those born outside noble bloodlines. For her, the low-born had always been an abstract concept—people who lived their lives, paid their taxes, and occasionally took up arms when summoned by their betters.

It wasn't indifference that kept her detached, though. On the contrary, she harbored a quiet detatched interest with those who lived so differently from her. Of course that was only secondory compaired to what intrigued her most, which was Alpheo, who in his rare moments of candor, would share glimpses of his life before entering her father's service.