Renault didn’t like the idea of riding with two riders on Penelope, it meant she wouldn’t be able to ride as fast, increasing his travel time. However, he didn’t mind having a beautiful woman’s arms wrapped around his waist for long stretches of time.
Constance was quite beautiful, more beautiful than any woman he had ever been with, which wasn’t many. In the light of day he could better make out her features. Her hair was more a strawberry blonde, than a true blonde. She had let it down as they rode so the wavy locks flowed in the wind revealing more of her freckled, but otherwise flawless, alabaster skin.
She was bundled up with a fur coat and wore a pair of thick woolen breeches under to keep her legs warm on the ride. It was an attempt to hide the nature of her upbringing, but she s
