In retrospect, there was nothing stranger than to be laughing like never since coming to Kielstadt. Riding on the muddy road after an exhausting night, not to count all the surprises and revelations, seemed to her a way to escape the excessive weight of those truths.
Even the Prince's taunts about not being friends were lost at that moment. In that little moment on the way back, they could be themselves.
Alex even decided to show off some of her adventurous tomboy-acquired skills and leaned in her saddle to reach a mud puddle and throw some dirt on the Prince. When could a person have this opportunity again?
"Hey, stop you little pest!"
He laughed, trying to deflect, but the mud still hit him. Still riding the Prince took off his wet cloak and tunic, using the latter to hit Alexa like a whip.
"Ouch!" the wet wool weighed heavily, and it hurt, but she laughed back, deflecting a second blow.
When did the damsel start to find him so handsome?
