Harvested
Zor snaps suddenly, and I realize I l looked away from her for too long.
"I was making sure everyone saw who I was dancing with, my star," I say soothingly, and her cheeks tint a darker burgundy as happiness replaces her irritation.
"Awe. I appreciate that. I believe if we were to mate, it would be front news. The Gold status Commander who killed Governor Pilso and Zor, princess of Makskin, have become one. Can you imagine the titles of land we would receive? I mean, we would have to split our time between our home worlds but come on, it would be worth it," Zor gushes, and my stomach turns as if I smelled something sour.