She arches an eyebrow as if she doesn’t believe me. “Aye? Well, if any of these louts give you any trouble, you come find me. I work in the stables.” She gestures to an archway leading out from the courtyard.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I stand straighter.
I don’t want to come across as weak and powerless. I chose to come here—however ill-advised that may be. I don’t want to be a victim. I am a princess.
“Hm,” she says, taking the reins of Callum’s horse. “For the love of Ghealach, get her something decent to wear.”
“You realize I’m your alpha, right?” he says, eyes glinting playfully.
“Aye.” She sighs dramatically. “And that’s why I spend my days sweeping up after you.” She pats the horse’s neck, gives Callum a fond look, then leads the horse away. “Come on, Dawn.”
“Fi,” he calls after
