Chapter 7
Trystan kicked his heels against his horse as he sped through the woods standing between the palace and the town. He’d needed desperately to get out of the palace and clear his head. Images of Willow flashed through his mind. Her delicate, pale skin. Her soft blonde hair. She was small and fragile and he couldn’t deny her beauty, but she was missing what he’d always imagined in a partner. She’d make a good queen, but he’d hoped for someone who could ride and hunt and help keep the kingdom safe. His hopes were unrealistic though and he knew his father had chosen well for Dreach-Sciene.
He’d always known he wouldn’t get to choose and she was the daughter of a close ally, so it made sense, but she followed him around like a lost puppy. He didn’t want obedience or adoration in a wi
