Oriana, Come Here

Oriana shivered in revulsion, a cold wave of disgust prickling down her arms at the intimately hushed tone of his voice. She rubbed her delicate sleeves hard, as if she could physically wipe the honeyed sound right off her skin.

"Come with me," she ordered, turning her back on the sprawling stalls.

The boy tossed a smug, taunting grin over his shoulder at the fuming stable master and fell into