Orian’s pov
Orian's pov
Amara had to be a harlequin or a self-employed clown. She had to be one of the funniest people I have met since I got out of prison and I do not think I would meet a funnier person till I leave the earth. She almost made me laugh as we journeyed.
"Grump." She called looking down at me from the horse as I strode beside her while she rode, "I am out of bread."
"Okay, Gretel." I snorted, "You think we are going to find a cottage made of sweets now with a witch in it threatening to bake us for dinner?"
"I wouldn't mind that, I would trade you to her for a glazed doughnut." She shrugged with a mean glint in her eyes.
"I would let you know that I am offended that you think your husband is worth a single pastry."
"I would trade you to her for nothing." She grinned a
