Atalanta reined in her horse so suddenly that one of her guards nearly galloped into her. Her horse bucked at the guard’s as it pulled up short just behind its tail, spooking it. The guard’s horse reared, drawing the attention of the rest of the party.
“We stop here,” Atalanta said as Galen trotted toward her with an exasperated, beaten look.
“Princess, we are hardly five miles from the village,” he said, sounding like a tired child near tears from exhaustion.
“No one is following us. No one knows w...
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