He was very tall and the closeness of his frame made her feel even more insignificant and weak. He seemed to be making his way to the main courtyard, which was probably where the king was preparing to leave. After assessing that fact, Brice concentrated on keeping up with the man's long strides. “Have you ever ridden?” Darius asked suddenly. Shaking her head, Brice managed a breathless, “No.” “Then you best ride with me,” he announced as they approached the main doors. Pausing before they reached them, he turned her to face him and glanced quickly up and down her body. “No shoes, no cloak,” he muttered. “Guess we will have to make do.” He smiled down at her and Brice felt her mouth drop open. His smile was amazing when it involved his whole face. Ignoring her reaction, Darius swept the door open and stepped out into the courtyard. The air had cooled considerably and an instant chill traveled up Brice's legs from the cold cobbles beneath her feet. The space was loud with the chaos of a departing troop.
