*Lydia*
Riding alongside Grayson, I fight to keep my attention focused on the scenery, but my gaze constantly betrays me and wanders back to Grayson. Unlike Colton, who complained about the odd English saddle, Grayson seems completely at home in it. He is powerfully elegant.
How he can be both powerful and elegant seems contradictory, and yet he is. He is exactly what I told my brothers I am searching for in a man. His presence dominates the village. There is something about his persona that implies he would never cower before anyone.
I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for him to grow up in the shadow of a brother who did not deserve to cast one.
"I don't understand how your mother could prefer Quentin over you. I ga e only been here a short time and already I'm well aw
