Romaldo
Romaldo would buy Irabel a thousand horses if she'd keep looking at him this way each time he gifted her one.
Like he'd just hung the moon for her and painted it with every colour of her choosing.
Or perhaps not.
He mentally kicked himself when her face fell while she stroked the beast and sadness filled her face.
Had he been wrong all this time. Had she not fallen in love with this beast back in the city?
God's, was she going to cry?
"Hey," he closed the distance between them in a flash, standing on one side of the mare. "If you wish, you don't have to take it."
"She's beautiful." Irabel only sniffled.
It confused him a little. Or perhaps they were happy tears? "Are you sure?"
She waved him away. "I'm just being silly—" she paused, gave her words a thought then said, "S
