Chapter 91: Chapter 91As Zayne led the way out of the camp, Rose stopped thinking of where his hands were placed for a moment as she once again got to enjoy riding a horse. She would love nothing more than to take the reins and be the one stirring the horse but knew she and Zayne would end up falling.

    Rose tried to look back at the others behind them but Zayne’s broad shoulders were not making it easy for her. Should she lean forward too much she might slip off the horse and Zayne would have to catch her.

    "We’ve not gone far yet and you cannot sit still. Are you confident that I will hold you so tight that you do not slip off?" Zayne asked, being more firm with how he held her so she would not slip.

    "Sorry," Rose apologised, trying not to move now. "There was much to see."

    She had already broken what she promised him last night that she would sit still so it didn’t feel like she was present.

    "Do you always ride so far ahead of the others?" Rose questioned, wanting to know more about how the army worked.

    "I do. I like to be ahead so that if I make a mistake with where we are to go, I can change course before they get too far down the wrong path," Zayne answered.

    Rose understood his reasoning but then she couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it was for anyone to attack Zayne since he wasn’t in a crowd. "Do you not fear someone ambushing you?"

    "No. Is there something you need to tell me?" Zayne asked, looking down at Rose.

    "N-No. I am not plotting with anyone to ambush you. I just wanted to know if doing something like this scares you. You are away from home and the people here might not have been welcoming. I would be scared. I forgot you have no reason to be since you are scary-looking," said Rose.

    If Rose was a bad person, she would take one look at Zayne and walk away. She wondered when Zayne went out to war if his enemy saw him and wanted to turn away. Zayne was scary-looking when he was calm so what was it like when he wasn’t in a good mood? Or did other armies have their own Zayne?

    "Zayne, when you travelled did you come across anyone bigger than you?" Rose asked, wondering if it was not rare to come across a tall man like Zayne.

    "Rose, remind me to work on how you ask questions. If you mean my height, I have seen many a little taller than me. I am not that big as you will see once you look around at the soldiers. It is not my fault that you are so small the world seems so big," Zayne replied.

    With Rose looking down, he knew that she had to be pouting or muttering something about him.

    "We must find some books to tie together for you to stand on. I fear I might lose you with how short you are," Zayne teased.

    "I am not that short. I am close to the same height as Brian. We can not all be born tall like you. I," Rose stopped as once again she was speaking comfortably to Zayne. "I apologise for the way I have spoken." Sear?h the N??elFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "What is wrong with the way you speak?" Zayne asked as he enjoyed their conversations. She was a little firecracker once she got lost in the conversation.

    "You are my employer. Maids don’t speak so comfortably with those who hire them. Right?" Rose asked. She was going on what Janice said and what she saw inside the brothel.

    The servants in the brothel never spoke around Graham unless he spoke to them but even then he would get angry. Janice had more experience so Rose was following her advice.

    "Rose, I’ve already made it clear that I enjoy speaking to you, haven’t I? When we are alone like this, you are free to talk as you like. Unless you are insulting me or any of my soldiers, I will not silence you," Zayne replied.

    It was unfortunate that he could not properly see her face to have some idea of what she was thinking now. How long would it take for her to forget what Janice said so they would not speak of this again?

    "What if you have guests? I shouldn’t speak as I like at that time," Rose said, looking up at Zayne. It was uncomfortable but she managed to face him when she turned to the left.

    "I won’t bring any guests to where you are. I shouldn’t have any guests as the only people I need to speak to will be in the palace. You are not a normal maid, Rose. You are special," Zayne said, gazing at her to enjoy her reaction.

    Rose didn’t disappoint as she appeared flustered and looked away from him. What made her a special maid? Was she that good at her work?

    ’All I have done is clean and put away his things,’ Rose thought. Still, she would accept the compliment since she had been working hard to prove herself.

    "Can I have one of the uniforms your maids wear-"

    "No," Zayne quickly answered. "You do not need any."

    Rose looked up at Zayne once more. "Then how do others know that I am just your maid? Many misunderstood me for a lady when I went to the market. If they see the uniform, they will know what I am at the start."

    "I have seen ladies from good homes dress up as maids to sneak around. You will still be questioned. My soldiers know who you are. No one outside of my soldiers should be questioning what you are to me. The further we get away from this town, you enjoy not having to wear that uniform," Zayne said, carefully moving his arm to pull her back as she started to be out of place.

    "Do you not find it better to get dressed up while you travel?"

    "It does sound lovely," Rose realised. With the new dresses she brought, she could get pretty and pretend to be one of those ladies she was mistaken for.

    "Good."

    Rose grabbed a handful of her dress as she needed something to distract herself. It was a weird experience with how her body bounced as the horse moved and she could feel Zayne’s chest against her back. She couldn’t help noticing each time her back touched his chest.

    Rose tried her hardest not to overthink. This time and riding with Finn were the closest she had ever been to anyone other than Graham. ’Look around,’ Rose said to herself, needing another distraction.

    Zayne’s hand around her waist felt like a rock so it was hard to ignore. Each time she accidentally slipped to the side because of her dress, his arm would be tighter around her to bring her back in place.

    Rose worried that she was taking Zayne’s focus from the path they were travelling on and he might hate having to hold her. She doubted that Zayne ever had to ride with anyone sitting before him. "I would love to learn how to ride a horse if there is a spare I can use. It must be annoying for you to keep holding me."

    "Do not try to guess how I feel as you might always be wrong. I am enjoying this ride right now so stop overthinking. Look around to see if anywhere we pass reminds you of your dream," he encouraged Rose.