After the guards had gone through the identities of the ones going into the castle, Cesarean gave a signal to his horse to trudge faster towards the castle's building.
Once they had reached a location trekkable to the entrance, he stopped the horse and alighted swiftly, stretching his hand forth, he helped Rosalie who's hair was in a mess by the wind and her expression resembled that of someone who just rose from the dead.
A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as she inwardly swore never to repeat such actions again. Riding on a horse was terrifying.
Cesarean gave a smooth and comfortable rub on the back of the vigorous horse which neighed in response. He tried not to mock the fact of how Rosalie appeared at the moment.
"This way, my lady." He said. Masking the snort that threatened to appear on his face.
