Hadrius, River realized with slight awe bitterness, had the longest legs she had ever seen, and the effects of it had never truly crossed her mind until she struggled to keep his pace.
At five feet five, River considered herself of average height yet beside Hadrius’ six-foot eight-figure, she feels like a mere speck of dust and him a behemoth. An unnerving one.
Hadrius does not glance back once as she jogs by his heels, folding and unfolding the large shirt and pants he had tossed at her during their morning meal in the bedroom. It had once belonged to a female slave, whose frame was slightly larger than River’s, forcing the warlord’s slave to fold it numerous times along her waist and at the ankles. Nonetheless, it was better than her torn clothes.
All around the camp men and wolves mo
