*Kiona*

While our horses plod along the riding path in the park, I continually steal glances at Castor on

the other side of Isadora. Propriety dictates his sister serve as a barrier between the two of us, yet I am disappointed he isn't nearer to me, that conversing with him here will not be the intimate encounter it had been in the garden, when for the briefest of moments, I thought perhaps he was contemplating kissing me. For the briefest of

moments, I had wanted him to.

He sits on a horse well. Whenever a she-wolf passes by, he tips his hat while giving her a smile certain to leave...