C346 TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT

"You must lean into me. If you look like you are afraid, they will know you are a guest, not a prize," the Young Prince whispered.

His hand was flat against the small of Aria’s back, guiding her through the tall, yellow grass. Ahead of them, the Great Farm rose out of the dust like a mountain of glass and bone. High towers reached up to the grey clouds, and even from here