Determination
He had wrapped his strong muscular arm around her in a vise like grip as if she might fall from the horse. But Tabit was very good at horse riding. She was a trained warrior just like her brother, but somehow, she sensed that Fafnir was treating her like a delicate doll. Though she wanted to tell him about it, she was reveling under the feel of his arm. It felt natural and safe.
Tabit was fighting her instincts because they were all haywire. She was trying to sew in every detail of her recent past. She came to conclusion about three things:
Her kingdom was in the midst of a war with the most powerful king of Araniea.
She was running away from her kingdom, with none other than the General of the enemy kingdom.
And he was her mate.
And now, his steel hard cock was pressed against her back.