Once upon a time, in a teeny-tiny village not far from the place where the wildflowers grow, there lived a woman who desperately wanted to become a mother. She searched the meadows and fields as well as the streets and alleyways for her true love, someone with whom she could raise a family, but it simply was not meant to be. Instead of resisting her destiny, she chose to make peace with it. Thus, she opened a bakery on the village green, where she could share her heart with all the townsfolk. In no time at all, word spread of her delicious pastries, and people came from near and far to indulge in her tasty treats. She was best known for her honey cakes and lavender tarts, so it is perhaps no surprise that her shop grew to become beloved by the faeries, too. Most of the fae would just stop by on their way to somewhere else. A few would linger for hours. She never rushed them along, for she enjoyed their company so very much. When one of the younger ones would inevitably find...