Lyn practically jumped two feet into the air as she scooted away from the Prince's grasp upon her rear.

"I-I am sorry, my Lord," she stammered. "Upon my honor, I will do a better job of keeping up this masquerade. Forgive me for not being able to immediately get into character." Lyn hurriedly finished up with the wagon and waited for Aidan to climb into the back. Then, she clicked her tongue to the horse, and they were on their way once more.

Lyn's cheeks felt hot and her hands felt cold. Perhaps she was falling ill? 

They had taken longer with their meal than Lyn had hoped to. The sun would be going down in only a few hours, and she still had the feeling that something or someone was lurking around them in the forest. They would likely have to camp in the midst of a clearing, come nightfall.

Lyn thought back to the numerous times Aidan had laid a hand on her. Each time had filled her with fear, uncertainty, a bit of disgust, and also a bit of excitement. She honestly couldn't tell if Aidan was simply trying to become his character Erik, or if he had decided that he could have anything he wanted, like the privileged prat she'd originally suspected him to be. Well, if that was the case, she wouldn't make it quite so easy for him. She had no obligation to keep up the pretense of their being a couple when there was no one else around, so she wasn't going to. In fact, it would probably be best for her to stay far away from him whenever it wasn't absolutely necessary to be near.