The desert was more beautiful than she had ever seen in pictures, and with the sun setting, it colored the rich sand in the most beautiful orange color that Lily had ever set her eyes on. Even though they had been in the middle of nowhere and there was nothing but sand, she felt at peace there.
The thought of her being murdered had gone away with the desert wind, and all that she could think of was the beauty of the desert.
"We have to walk up that hill; our tent is on the other side of that sand hill," Her husband informed her, and she turned to him, hoping that he was joking about walking up the sand hill to get to their tent.
"I hope you are joking with me." She told the prince, who simply raised an eyebrow, silently questioning his wife without really saying anything.
"I know that
