Lillian didn't miss the tension her grabbing him had caused, it was to be expected, really. He was a duke, she just the daughter of one, and someone he didn't even know that well. It had been wrong of her to try to detain him, even if only for a moment.
Just moments before he'd seemed so eager to be away from her, so when he seemed to soften, she felt a touch of relief. For a moment her heart had stopped, but now that he didn't seem angry it had resumed beating, although a little more quickly than before as she gazed up at his eyes - they were a very pretty shade of blue.
"I would be honored." The words came almost automatically. She shouldn't accept an invitation to ride with him! Then again, what could it hurt? Blaith was the duke of Turgall. Wouldn't it have been rude to refuse? She was a Knight of the White Lily, Lillian reminded herself, not just a lady, and she didn't have to run to her father for permission at every turn. Her lips curved into a smile. "And I would enjoy the company."