As I approach the palace, I see Ambrose outside with his own horse. I slow to a walk as I get closer.

The king frowns at me.

“I didn’t know where you’d gone,” he says.

“Didn’t realize you were keeping tabs,” I respond coolly.

“Don’t do that, Hera. You could’ve been hurt and I wouldn’t even know where to look.”

I pull up beside him, softening my tone as I see the concern on his face. “I’m fine, ...