Dear Critic,
.
Our young men have become even cornier, purchasing flowers for another while exchanging smiles and kisses with another.
The poor lasses who fall for knights are the ones I fear for. Sir Conan Jones appear to be enjoying his youth quite exceptionally.
I would not trust my heart with him if given the opportunity.
Our widow is with child!
How shocking for a lady we'd assume would become a nun now decides to birth for the lord.
Bless Critic Arley.
.
Yours inciting,
Muckraker.
*
* *
*
Noon.
Marketplace.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
***************