Post by Elizabeth Sinclair on Jun 27, 2016 11:53:52 GMT -5
More than two weeks had passed since the disastrous meeting with Prince Stephane, the Princess Royal and her family regarding the betrothal arranged between the Sinclair family and the Deverauxs, yet Elizabeth continued to seethe with fury over the disrespect the man showered on her family and herself. Her eldest brother and father were both informed in no uncertain terms that she would not marry Stephane Deveraux, nor would she stand by and see one of her sisters or cousins sacrificed to the man. He was a monster, one who did not deserve any woman, least of all a Sinclair.
Adam had done his best to calm her ire, to remind her that the marriage meant a great deal to the family's future, never mind that she was subject to the man's ridicule for her disabled state. Ignoring her brother's pleas, Lizzie made it abundantly clear that even if she was hale and whole, she would not agree to the marriage. She would sooner remain unwed and chaste, and die alone than submit to that miserable excuse of a prince and man. Adam's response had been to largely confine her to the Sinclair townhouse, refusing her visitors or excursions until she conceded to the betrothal.
Lizzie was not without some recourse, however. Between Tyber, Gideon and Toria, she knew how to circumvent her brother well enough. Calling for her companion in the early morning, she wanted to enjoy a ride in the frosty air as the sun came up. If they moved quietly and quickly enough, the pair could easily slip out the newly opened city gates for a good gallop along the King's Highway, a safe enough route to be sure, though she slipped a dagger into her boot as a precaution before the groom helped her into the special saddle that allowed Lizzie to ride.
Long skirts hid the fact that she rode astride, giving her better balance and control as she looked to Toria. "Ready?"
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@toriaharper, Rowan Gardiner