Its defining characteristic was the cover on its surface. There were lakes and oceans and rivers, but the world itself was green with only a few cities to mar the expanse. “Lady Nakkua, are you comfortable for landing?” The taller of the two guards smiled politely. “I am. All strapped in and ready. Thank you.” They had refused to give their names, and she hadn’t pressed them. They were servants of the Nakkua family and they had travelled to retrieve his proxy wife. They had no interest in her beyond following their instructions. She had gathered that her status was an annoyance by the subtle comments the guards had given her. They had wanted a proper wife for Lord Nakkua and this arrangement was not approved of. Rowen wasn’t good with people, but she knew hostility when it was directed at her. This was one of those times. They landed precisely on a tarmac, and others were waiting to greet her.
