Lucia trotted ahead, unable to still her eagerness into proper behavior.
Behavior befitting of her station.
She snorted. Her new life held many wonders, but how others treated her because of her title was not one of them. She hated the attention, feeling as though others were reacting to her position, not to her. In some ways, it was just as lonely as being raised among those who had hated her. At least then, she had been well aware of their motives and view of her.
If it were not for Lestor …
She glanced over her shoulder, stifling a grin as she viewed her lover, bundled to the hilt.
Lestor had still not become accustomed to the cold of the high mountains. He was fine back in the capital, where the temperatures were more moderate, but he did not have elven blood that bore the cold so
