Chapter 45 Complicated Things

Eleanora's POV

"You sure took your time, Donatello," I pushed myself off the wall that I had been leaning against and crossed my arms as the man approached me on the back of his white mare.

"I told you to call me Don," he mumbled, jumping off the animal.

"Why? Donatello is such a pretty name," he grabbed my waist and picked me up before setting me down on the horse and climbing on behind me.

"It's too long and sounds fancy, I don't like it," he grumbled, whipping the reigns of the horse and starting on a small trot to the entryway of the palace.

"Are you in a bad mood?" I questioned.

"How did you know?"

"You're talking with emotion."

"What is that supposed to mean."

"Nothing," I chuckled, turning my head back to face forward.

"I heard Maria's coming to visit? When is she coming?" It seems that was the cause of his foul mood when I sensed him freeze at the mention of that name and bit back a smirk.