Marcus' simple words hit hard. He was right. Once she was pregnant, there would be no turning back. No walking away. No divorce. But she knew all this when she signed her contract. It was the pureblood way. It was just hard having the truth of it pointed out to her.
Tracey watched Marcus fly into the roll, paying more attention to the broom than the rider. Everything was about perfecting her craft and this was just another exercise. Learn and grow better from it. "I can race." She knew exactly how fast these brooms would move but they were better suited for a rider of Flint's size. Tracey craned her neck around to follow the path he'd outlined for her. Easy enough though looks were likely deceiving. Especially when he would know every inch of his property. There was likely an updraft coming off the barn and she had little experience at slalom. Through the rings would be a challenge. "Right, right," she agreed and jerked her broom up and into a hard one hundred eighty degree angle as she rolled upright and took off with only a brief backward smirk.
Tracey didn't have a chance if she didn't take every advantage she could. Her goal was to slow him through the rings, but after that it was all wide open space. With her grin, she called back to Marcus, letting her words arrive in her wake. "Sorry, I was sure I heard you say 'go'." There was no point in trying to hide she was lying. Her laugh followed but she never slowed down.