Evanna slowed the horse down after riding for an hour; her heart was pounding to the sound of hooves galloping on the ground, her anticipation for an attack never faltering. But Conrad and his men never pursued them, which made her highly suspicious of him. The Prince did see her; whether he believed her to be the princess or just some thief, either way, he would never let someone take his horse.
Something wasn't right, but her senses weren't alerting her to an ambush of any kind, and where they were now, it seemed okay to dismount. Ronan was the first to jump off and extended his hand out for her to take; Evanna slid off easily and patted the horse's neck. "Thank you, Shardeigh," She whispered for the horse to snort and flip its head back. But as soon as Ronan came closer, Shardeigh tapped its hoof in a warning.
