Love is a Battlefield

The past couple of days spent in quiet reflection. Considerable thought has been given concerning the man called, Lucius. His questionable methods, speak of desperation. The most dangerous of emotions.
I am aware now that I am being watched, my daily movements monitored.

I find myself questioning things that would normally be chalked up to an unfortunate coincidence, such would be confirmed by the recent arrival of the City watch commander, according to him, a scuffle outside my bakery spilling over, resulting in a broken window.
The damaged window boarded up for the time being, until a more permanent solution can be obtained.
The posted report plastered shed light upon the recent altercation. I however remain skeptical, despite that fact that outside my bakery the city streets have grown noticeably swollen with the arrival of the Love Feast, it is one of the few times that the general population of Free Women, noticeably shrink. The majority use this time to sequester themselves within the comfort of their lavished homes, some even going so far as to leave the city not wishing to subject their demure sensibilities. Just another luxury afforded the wealthy.
I have never paid it much mind and have certainly never let it affect my daily routine, unlike some of my counterparts I shall make use the enslaved distraction to my advantage.