ELARA
I pushed a stubborn strand of hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear, letting out a loud, exhausting exhale before reaching forward to continue filling my basket with more red grapes. We had been at this since morning, and as Harold warned, the sun had been scorching. I was glad to have a white shawl covering my head, some of it gliding lower to shield my neck.
"You know you don't have to do this?" Amara heaved beside me, extending her hands forward to take the basket from me. I quickly dodged it from her grasp.
"What? And leave you doing this alone when I can help?" I scoffed. It was harder than I thought, but it was exciting too. I had no idea how much my people suffered to provide the food we ate in the palace. I barely even thought about how the food came to be,
