HARRY'S POV
The first time I saw Isabel, it felt as though the stars themselves whispered, There you are. Now that she was finally in my arms, a possessive certainty took root: she was mine.
"Hiyah!" I urged the horse forward. We galloped toward the cottage, her soft weight pressed flush against me. I fought to shove down the rising heat in my blood. Not now, I told myself. I don't want to scare her yet.
"Harry?"
"Yes, lamb?" I murmured against her ear. She stiffened, a small, pleasant groan escaping her lips. A smirk tugged at my mouth; I was glad she couldn't see my face, or she'd know exactly how much I was enjoying her reaction.
"How far is the cottage?" she asked.
"Not much further."
"Will we go back to the palace?"
At the mention of the palace, the day's events bit at me like a cold wind. I wasn't certain if Richard was the true threat, but he had questioned the crown one too many times. I had to take precautions—especially now that I had her to protect.
