The eastern province was a barren, desolate place. I arrived early in the morning, hours before Lydia, to ensure I had a good vantage point. From my concealed position, I watched as the villagers toiled away in their dried-out fields, their faces etched with despair.
The king and queen of this land lived in stark contrast to their subjects, reveling in their own opulence while the people starved. My anger simmered just beneath the surface.
I stayed hidden, observing as Lydia arrived. She looked regal as ever, her green gown fluttering gently in the breeze, but there was a weariness in her eyes. I couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her, knowing the burden she carried.
