Cameras went up and pointed at the car approaching the camp. The vehicle might have been unmarked and without a little cute flag mounted on the hood, but everyone somehow knew that the Prince of Vershia and his fiancée were in there. They were not wrong.
Lucia was looking out with an uncertain feeling in her chest. She knew the protocols here. She had been in a similar place before and had known her place. That was what was different. She was coming back into this life in a different role. A role she wasn't sure she could do well in. She took a deep breath, and Michael looked at her.
He resisted the urge to ask her if she was okay. She would probably say that she was. He took her hand in his and squeezed it gently. She looked at him, smiled, and brought their joined hands to her lips and kissed the back of his hand. He let her rest their joined hands on her knee and rested her head on his shoulder.
