Chapter 25
The dark horseman trotted toward her. He blended with the night. Only the darker shadow of his form stood out against the dim glow of moonrise highlighting the hills behind him.
He wore a dark cloak and had a hood over his head, like most soldiers. Silver said it intimidated the commoners to not be able to see their faces.
He had broad shoulders and long legs. She could tell by the gold embroidery along the edge of the cloak and on the horse’s bridle that this was a wealthy merchant, or possibly a noble of high birth.
What was unusual was that he was alone. Most of his ilk traveled with guards and servants.
She stepped off the road to let him pass, but he slowed down and stopped in front of her.
“Shouldn’t you be preparing for the ball?” His voice was deep and masculine.
