Ilona got to her feet and watched Mason struggle to his. He closed his eyes and pressed the heels of his hands to them.
"I'm dizzy," he grumbled.
"That's because you got walloped in the head," Ilona sighed, "Now come and get on the horse."
The Prince looked up at her then with a frown, "That's your horse."
Ilona smirked, one hand on her hip, "Technically, they were both your horses. You and Ian stole them from the royal stables."
Mason didn't look amused. "I'm not riding your horse."
Ilona's teasing smile faltered, "No, Mason... You're riding your horse."
"And what will you do then? Walk?"
She shrugged, "For a while, I suppose... until I can find a new ride."
