Lara knew that Marcus was around somewhere. Her feet took her to her mate. "Will you ride with me?" she asked.

"Anytime princess," he said and bent down to pull her up to make her sit right in front of him on the saddle.

Sirrah had stepped out of the carriage after Lara. Shock ripped her when she watched how Marcus picked up the girl and made her sit in front of him. She wasn't expecting that at all. Muttering curses, she rushed to them and said, "This is not appropriate Lara! You are no longer the slave girl who belongs to King Marcus. You are the princess of Pegasii....