“If you don’t wish to ride with me, you can get out,” she said. The young noble responded with a mild tilt of his golden head, followed by a slow curl of narrow lips as if he’d bitten into a mealy part of his apple.
I'm literally Tella, youll never catch me being bullied by a man let alone a blond man (EDIT: who i happen to be irrevocably in love with during this reread)
