Arriving at the palace, Rowan was the first to walk inside, and he didn't turn to look at Freya or say a word to anyone.
"Did anything happen between you and Rowan?" Princess Lirien asked, grunting before she jumped down from her horse.
Freya held the jacket that covered her. Though it was wet, she still felt warm. When the prince helped her down from the horse, she gave him a small bow.
"Well, considering the fact that he was worried about you, it means you were the one who did something wrong," the princess continued, letting go of her horse's reins when the stable master came to take it.
Freya pressed her lips, still feeling the air touching her core, the part where Rowan had ripped her clothing with his fingers and how he had felt inside of her earlier. Doing it outside under the moonlight was something Freya had never imagined, and it felt so good that she wanted more. The girl shook her head when she found her thoughts derailing.