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Afternoon.
Ninth Princess Chambers.
Wyfkeep Castle. Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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Alaric was guiding Salviana toward the stable, his firm yet gentle grip never wavering. Salviana loved the gesture.
They reached the stable, and the guards made way for them after bowing, The sound of horses met them, making Salviana's eyes widen, and soon the smell hit too. The place looked neat, courtesy of the diligent workers, but it still had the smell of shit permeating it.
Alaric continued their walk in between the horse's neigh and huffs until they reached a certain stall, Alaric stopped and glanced at his wife.
Salviana glanced at the horse in the stall and immediately drew in a sharp breath, it was a black horse, a majestic creature with a gleaming coat as dark as the night sky. She was amazed by its beauty.
