He looks up at me. “Oh, a few laps and suddenly you know all there is to riding.” He nods once, then waves his hand through the air. “By all means, take her out.” He points toward the gate.
Throwing the reins aside, I adjust my legs from around the lower pommel, turn sideways, and jump off the horse. It’s not the prettiest or cleanest dismount, and my frayed nerves don’t help, but I at least land steady on my feet. I march over, get right under his nose, and stare up at him.
“What is your problem, Devlan?” I’m annoyed at the tremor in my voice. “From one second to the next, I always do something to infuriate you. So, what is it this time?” I plant my hands on my hips. Glancing around to make sure Jericho isn’t nearby, I move closer to him, then say under my breath, “I’ve resigned myself to being addressed as ‘Princess.’ I’m doing as you instructed and acc
epted that my life is here, even having suppers with Sebastian.” I drop my voice into a whisper. “And I no longer carry my dagger.”
Through my whole rant, his face remains impassive, his eyes on me, unblinking—until I mention the dagger. At this his brows shoot up, and his eyes flick over my face. He presses his lips together into a stern line.
“So, you’ve decided to stay.” He looks away for a moment, then his eyes are back on me. “Does this mean you’ve come to your senses and realize it would be impossible, or”—he lowers his head and stares into my eyes—“have you fallen for the prince?”
My mouth drops open. “That is hardly your concern.” I bite the inside of my cheek before continuing. “My feelings for Sebastian are of no importance. The point is I’m doing what everybody, even you, demands of me.”
He shakes his head. “I have placed no demands on you, princess. I only asked you to make a decision, and hoped that your choice would be one where you remain here.”
“That is so vague, Devlan.” I study his brooding face. “Wishing me to stay surely implies that I am with Sebastian. I’m to marry him in less than two months.”
He shifts his stance. “Yes, but that does not require love.” His eyes bore into mine. “Do you love him?”
I hold his glare, his judgmental eyes hard on me. Anger pools in my stomach. “What difference does it make?”
He says nothing but continues to stare. Finally, he pulls his head back and brushes the hair from his forehead, breaking our eye contact. “None. You’re correct.” He turns away from me.
I latch onto his arm, halting him. He spins toward me, and my words are right on the tip of my tongue. I want to demand an explanation as to why he’s prying. But I’m too baffled by his behavior—too vexed to force them out. Instead, I release his arm and turn my back to him.
“I think I’ve had enough for today,” I say. “I’ll see myself back to the castle.”
“No.” He strides over to his horse and takes the reins. “You will not. I’m sorry, princess, but I’m still your guard.” He walks Fireblood toward the stable, and says over his shoulder, “Be here when I return.”
I watch him open the stable door and take his horse inside. I have half a mind to leave right now. Just storm off. How angry would he be finding me gone when he returns? But I don’t want to be the immature one. He is right, as he’s still responsible for me. My insides quiver, and I want to scream.
Why does it matter to him whether I care for Sebastian or not? Or have fallen in love with him, as he put it. How can you even fall for someone in a few days? And again, why is it any of his concern? I don’t think a first knight’s duty is meddling in his prince’s love life.
He has yet to tell me his side of the story between them. I wonder if, deep down, he still views Sebastian as his friend and is worried I’m all wrong for the prince. Still, if that were the case, wouldn’t he be making his complaint to Sebastian instead of harassing me?
After a long while where I’ve lost track of the minutes, he finally returns. The sun is nearly gone, evening is darkening the sky, and I’ve woven so many possibilities into my head I can barely think straight.
We walk in silence back toward the castle, passing knights as they leave the training grounds. I had plans to watch Sebastian’s last jousting practice, as today ends the training period before the tournament. But I didn’t want to deal with Cecily and the other ladies, nor did I wish to watch Sebastian bloody another knight with his version of sport.
“Do you require a change of clothes before supper?” Devlan asks from behind me.
I shake my head, taking my time responding. “Nay. I’ll have my supper sent up with Madity.” The idea of sitting and smiling with the court nobles tonight is exhausting. I’d rather have her company alone.
Devlan clears his throat. “Then I’ll inform the prince you’re tired from your lesson.”
I march through the long corridor toward my room, not caring if Devlan is still behind me or not. When I reach my door, I go to pull down the handle, but Devlan places his hand over mine.
“Wait,” he says.
I turn to him, doing as he asked. Waiting.
He runs his hand through his hair and exhales audibly. “I didn’t mean to upset you, princess.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot. “You’re right. Your relationship with Prince Sebastian is none of my concern. I only wished to gain the truth.”
“But why?” I ask. “And why have you been so evasive today? And last night…” My words trail off as I recall the cool look he gave me in the garden, and something occurs to me. Could Devlan be jealous? I nearly laugh out loud, and immediately dismiss the notion. Someone who is continually put off by a person would not have the slightest romantic inclination for them.
His eyes are hard on me as he looks me over. I feel the weight of his heavy thoughts bearing down on me, as if his eyes could reveal too many secrets all at once.
Finally, he says, “Trust your instincts, princess.” He cups my shoulders, and the heat of his body presses in on me, tempting me to step closer to that warmth. “Again, I apologize for my intrusiveness. Whatever you decide, I will always support you. And I will always protect you.” He releases me and backs away. Then he bows.