The sun hung low over the village, golden light spilling across the cobblestones and market stalls. The square, though bustling, seemed to contract around her, every movement and sound magnified by the pull of the bond that thrummed beneath her skin. She had tried to keep composure, to act ordinary among the villagers, but every step toward the fountain, every glance toward the prince, made her ache more.He was there before she reached the center, leaning casually against the edge of a stall as ...