Raquel tied her handkerchief on Ryker’s arm as per tradition the next morning. Other noblewomen did the same thing around her, giving their luck for the last hunt to the man they favored the most.
Or in most cases, their husbands.
“Head south in two hours.” Raquel whispered as she straightened up Ryker’s collar. “We’ll trap her there.”
Ryker nodded in understanding, but before he could say anything a servant appeared in front of them, ending their conversation. Raquel took a step back from Ryker and turned her attention to the servant.
“Your highness must get going. The hunt is about to begin.” The servant stuttered out, bowing nervously.
“I’ll get going then.” Ryker said, waving the servant off, who gladly left. Ryker then murmured softly as he passed Raquel, “See you soon.”