Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This was bad. I mean it was good but it was very very bad. The stipulations of our time together were very clear: we were not to be alone. Tristan was a man with one thing on his mind and I was a woman trying to maintain some semblance of decorum.
“Tristan,” my voice cracked, “where did everyone go?”
“Away,” he responded while leading me farther from the castle. The path was now heavily pebbled and I was thankful I was wearing kitten heels rather than traditional ones.
“Why?”
“Because I’m tired of being watched. I had less eyes on me when I was on the battlefield. I feel like a damn circus freak,” he spat out with a vehemence I wasn’t expecting. A wave of nervous energy hit my legs and I tripped over my own feet. Tristan stopped to steady me, his eyes showing
