"Hello, love. Why are you out here?" The Lord asked the chestnut beauty leaning on the corral petting Onyx.
Christopher approached Rose slowly. He was unsure of her mood.
"You know you'll end up smelling like a barnyard if you stay out here with the horses."
"I'd rather smell the scent of sweaty, dirty war horses than the stench of human lies and deceit. At least I know where I stand with the animals, unlike people." Her tongue was sharp as she spoke.
The Lord could sense she was in a foul mood. Christopher frowned, hearing Rose speak the way she did.
"What suddenly brought this on?"
"Lord Alexsander informed me tonight on the way here that I was an...
Let me see if I can word it right. 'A means to an end...' To free Giselle from Dante, I was to be married to a man from a far-off place and shipped away for her release to Kane. To essentially be buried and forgotten."
