A/N: Gah, starting another story? Uh-oh…err…don't worry…I have a few chapter typed up fro Death by Desire…and when the current one gets reviewed…I'll start putting up the new ones. Anyway…I figured a new story would get more reviews…since I'm such a review whore. Hehe…besides that…it was fun making Fayt into a farmer. Harvest Moon! Err…don't mind me. XD On a side note, the story's title was taken from some Christian song I heard in church the other day. Don't remember exactly what it was called, but as soon as I heard the line, I was immediately inspired with this story line. XD It seems to be my favorite idea of fun recently, taking a perfectly good Christian song and twisting it into smut. XD

Fayt hummed to himself as he walked along the dirt road. It was completely peaceful. No one was around except his mangy dog Luka. The small flock of sheep that he helped his father Robert tend was still out of sight. Fayt and his father were tenant farmers. Land enough to raise sheep and grow crops was leased to them in return for a portion of the crops and most of the money made for selling the rest of the harvest. It was a lonely life. No one lived around for miles.

Fayt was on his way home from the marker with an empty grain sack and full pockets. He had gotten a good price for the vegetables, considering how little they were worth these days. Luka stayed close by Fayt's feet until they came back within sight of the flock, then he ran ahead, barking joyfully.

Fayt smiled at the dog's antics. He too was eager to be home, but his bare feet were bleeding and blistered from the long walk. He hobbled along briskly until the family's hovel was in view. The he slowed down and picked his way carefully down the path, intently watching the situation.

The collection agent was standing in front of the Leingod home, talking to Fayt's father. Fayt was too far away to hear what was being said, but from his father's hand gestures, he was angry. Robert looked about to attack the man, but his wife held him back. Robert hung his head in defeat and reluctantly clasped hands with the agent in a deal-sealing gesture.

As soon as the man had walked away, Fayt gingerly ran towards home, anxious to find out what had happened.

"Father, what's going on?" Fayt demanded breathlessly. He hushed Luka, who was still growling at the retreating figure of the collection agent.

Robert Leingod sighed wearily. "Ah, Fayt, I need to talk to you about a few things. As you know, we're having trouble making ends meet. Airyquaria is entering a period of economic instability. At this rate, our debts will keep mounting unless crop prices pick up soon. We'll barely break even this season, and only if we're lucky." He shook his head unhappily "So the king's debt collector came to collect the rent we owe and he proposed us a deal. We're going to send you to the royal city to work as a servant of the kingdom, the king will forgive our late rent payment and even allow us to keep enough of our crops to tide us over the winter. His agent has assured us that you'll be well taken car of. It'll benefit us all."

Fayt bit his lower lip. "Don't you need me to help out on the farm?"

"Son, if you don't go, there won't be a farm pretty soon. We only have enough money to pay the rent or survive through the winter. We can't do both. If we don't pay the rent, we won't starve, but we'll be out of work and house. If we do pay, we have a warm home, but nothing to eat."

Fayt nodded sadly. "I guess I'll have to go. But why would the king care enough about our family to help us out."

His father shrugged. "King Albel has been in need of some new servants. He has far too many girls in that hall of his and as far as I hear it, he's been cheating on Queen Nel with them. His agents are probably interested in getting a strong man in there to help out. You'll be doing work the ladies are too fragile for, and not be a distraction for the king's lusts at the same time."

Fayt nodded determinedly. "Okay, dad, I'll do it for our family."

Robert patted his son firmly on the back. "Good boy. Now, I don't know exactly what you'll be doing there in the royal city, but you'll be one of the servants to the royalty. The best advice I can give you is to do as you're told. Royalty are quite touchy about disobedience. And the king is notorious for his foul temper. So, be good and stay out of trouble. It can't be too much harder than farming."

Fayt smiled half-heartedly. 'Yes, dad. I'll be good. I'll make you proud."