It seemed that he would not be given much time to contemplate these new lands. It was mere minutes after collecting his bearing and surveying the clearing that another approaches him. A mare, of all things, and this causes his brow to rise minutely. He had not expected mares to be quite as bold as those in his homeland so she was a refreshing suprise.
His expression does not waver as she brushes her lips across his shoulder. Her words cause his head to tilt fractionally and his eyes to narrow in contemplation. It seemed he had found himself claimed by a mare within hours of arriving.
"I mean no disrespect Моя леди but know that this placement will not be permanent. I will follow you to these lands but my intention is to venture forth and explore all that is within my reach. I do not throw caution to the wind and go with the first choice."
There is no insult meant. Romanov would give her the benefit of doubt but he would not stay. He was weary of decisions being made for him. He had earned his banishment from his homeland due to the desire to pave his own path. She would not place a noose around his neck so soon after he had discovered how freedom tasted upon his lips.
"You may call me Romanov Моя леди." |
