"This will be fine, sir," Lola said, counting the coins. "Good luck."

Hilde caught the ring, looking over the insignia. Then she looked over to Miranda, and offered a comforting smile.

"Good luck," she said, stroking her shoulder.

All well and good, but that didn't change much. Miranda turned her brown eyes upward, eying the man she had come to despise so much and was tied to for life now. She pursed her lips together before reaching out, and clasping his hand.

"Lets."

~~~~~~~~~~~

What a predicament; and what a sight they must have been.

Saddled in the back, Miranda was doing her best to ride modestly, and not fall off the bloody horse. Arms wrapped around his waist, she did her best to focus on the passing trees as they went by, trying to put together a convincing lie along the way. She also refused to admit that, while she was still mad at her current rider, there was no denying the masculine chest under her fists.

"Are we close?" she inquired. "I have my story straight, so long as you play along."