The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 64

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 64: The Market**

[Evelyn’s POV]

To some, it might seem odd, but for me, the open market was a sanctuary, a vibrant tapestry of life that I cherished deeply. While many viewed a trip to the market as just another mundane task on their to-do lists, I saw it as a treasure trove of potential and inspiration. The raw agricultural section, in particular, was a realm where my imagination could run wild, and I was eager to concoct a new tea blend to replace the one that had been compromised.

As I wandered through the market, my heart swelled at the sight of the rustic wooden stalls and colorful stands brimming with farm-fresh produce and organic goods. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over everything, and it was clear I wasn’t the only one reveling in this delightful atmosphere. Families and individuals strolled about, lists in hand, their laughter and chatter creating a symphony of sounds that painted the air with joy. A child tugged at their parent’s sleeve, pointing excitedly at a stall, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face like a warm blanket.

This place—this bustling market—was my happy haven. Apart from the greenhouse, it was where I felt most at ease… Well, perhaps I should also add that being near Alexander brought me an equal sense of comfort.

I often daydreamed about the possibility of exploring this vibrant locale with him, spending an entire day together, laughing and sharing secrets among the stalls. Yet, I found myself wondering about his thoughts on agriculture. Alexander was a brilliant strategist, but did he harbor any interest in the world of plants and farming?

Here, surrounded by fellow enthusiasts, I felt a rare sense of belonging, free from judgment and self-doubt. It was a community of like-minded souls, where I could truly be myself.

If given the choice between attending a stuffy black-tie event or immersing myself in the lively atmosphere of the farmers’ market, the decision was a no-brainer. My heart raced with excitement as I scanned the area for herbal seed vendors, and I quickly noticed that many of the shoppers were familiar faces from other packs.

It was no surprise that I felt so at home here. In my younger days, the staff members would often whisk me away to places like this, teaching me the art of bargaining and how to differentiate between mediocre and exceptional produce. I vividly recalled the countless hours spent rummaging through barrels of crops, often returning home with dirt smudged across my cheeks and clothes. Isabella and Samantha never hesitated to tease me about my disheveled appearance, joking that I might as well move into the stables if I insisted on traipsing around with mud on my shoes.

It was no wonder I had earned the nickname ‘wild-child.’

But now, those teasing remarks held no power over me.

Thanks to their failed attempt to humiliate me before the neighboring packs, I was confident that I wouldn’t be hearing from them anytime soon. With Fiona no longer a threat to my peace, I felt as light as a feather. Though, I had to admit, the lingering effects of the Belladonna might also have played a part in my buoyant mood.

As I strolled leisurely through the market, I took my time, savoring the sights and smells of the freshest produce. My gaze landed on the first flower stand, and I was instantly captivated by the vibrant display of fresh hibiscus and jasmine. The wheels in my mind began to turn, sparking ideas for a new tea mixture. If those options didn’t pan out, I could always fall back on the classic comfort of homemade chamomile tea.

“Any recommendations?” a deep voice interrupted my thoughts.

Startled, I turned my head cautiously to find a strikingly handsome stranger observing me. His green eyes sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight, and he flashed a warm smile that sent a flutter through my chest.

“I’m sorry, were you speaking to me?” I asked, my voice tinged with surprise.

His smile broadened, revealing a perfect set of teeth as he let out a hearty laugh, which sent a wave of nervous excitement coursing through me.

“Yes,” he replied, his tone light and inviting. “I noticed you gazing at that hibiscus with such focus. You seem like someone who truly appreciates flowers and plants.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I felt a blush bloom across my face.

“Oh… Um, maybe a little,” I stammered, feeling a mix of shyness and embarrassment. “Are you, uh, interested in hibiscus?”

“Not particularly,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head. “I’m actually on the hunt for a specific plant known for its medicinal properties that I can blend with other herbs.”

His dilemma piqued my interest, and I felt a surge of enthusiasm.

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