Rían held Jenaveve’s hand as they walked into the stables toward the stall of his large horse, Griff. Noticing that he had already been groomed and saddled, he shot Rory an appreciative nod before greeting the black stallion with a few long strokes across his neck.
Jenaveve’s sudden slam of anxiety snapped his attention back to her. Knowing she was nervous about even leaving their chamber this morning, it didn't surprise him she would be feeling skittish, but her emotions went a bit overboard, saturating his own. Aside from the chambermaids, she hadn’t been around people since the baker’s shop incident, and clearly she was afraid to be with others. Not that she was afraid of them, but moreso afraid of herself, of what she could do now. With her eyes jumping around the stables, watching ev
