Sweetsinner Annie King Mother Exchange 10 High Quality -

At the heart of the town’s lore lived the King—an aging sovereign whose palace sat at the hilltop where the wind tasted of cedar. He was a ruler habituated to certainty, one who measured loyalty in coins and fine cloth. Yet there were vacancies in the throne’s pleasures that no courtly counsel could fill. Rumor had it that the King’s palate, dulled by years of ceremonial banquets, sought novelty. Word of Annie’s confections reached the palace by way of a footman who hid a candied rose in his cloak and, in the glow of its sweetness, remembered tenderness long buried. The King summoned Annie with the same blunt authority he used to call ministers—except this summons smelled of cinnamon and carried with it a more delicate danger.