As I approach the palace, I see Ambrose outside with his own horse. I slow to a walk as I get closer.
The king frowns at me.
“I didn't know where you'd gone," he says.
“Didn't realize you were keeping tabs," I respond coolly.
“Don't do that, Hera. You could've been hurt and I wouldn't even know where to look."
I pull up beside him, softening my tone as I see the concern on his face. “I'm fine, Ambrose."
His shoulders relax slightly.
I suddenly want to get away from here and take him with me—get rid of the tension that was consuming us. I could use a break, and I think he could, too.
“Race to the valley?" I ask.
Ambrose pauses as he considers, but I don't give him the chance to say no. I take off and a moment later, I hear him follow.
I let the sun wash over me, closing
