I heard the light sounds of hooves pounding against the ground growing closer.
"Must be him," I whispered to myself as I excited the stables on Ashwa, ready to meet Peto.
Peto smiled thinly at me upon a black horse. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, your highness."
"Perfectly alright," I offered a smile back. "Are you ready?"
"Then let's go," I snapped the reins and couldn't help but grin as Ashwa dashed off across the darkened ground.
I could hear the crunching of the frozen grass beneath Ashwa.
It seemed snow would fall soon, judging by the brisk air and iced over land around us.
Along with hearing the grass, I felt the cold whip past my face. I wouldn't doubt there would be streaks of red across my face when we got to Soasa. I stood up on Ashwa, feeling the cold rip through the cloth across my chest. It felt nice to me, nicer than it should have felt.
"Hah!" I snapped the reins again and Ashwa rushed down the trail leading away from our castle.
I looked behind me to confirm Peto was behind me. Surprisingly, he was.
"Having fun?" Peto smiled.
"Just a bit," I couldn't help but smile back.
We rode for hours and hours on end with few rests in between. It wasn't nothing Ashwa and I hadn't done before, but Peto was a different story.
As we neared, I stopped Ashwa then turned to Peto. "We should walk from here. It could be concerned suspicious if we continue any further on horses."
"Point taken, your majesty," Peto dismounted his horse as I dismounted Ashwa.
"We'll look for an inn and pretend to be travelers. Sound good?" I tightened the straps on my chest which held a few of our smaller bags. "Are yo...
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..."I'know you, stranger," She whispered with wide eyes. She then dropped from her horse. "What's ya name?"
"Alexander, but I go by Alex. This is my father, Peto," I motioned towards Peto.
Ajlal looked us both up and down then crossed her arms, staring at me. "I've dreamed about ya before."
I took a step back, not believing what I was hearing. I couldn't believe she had seen me too. "Have you seen other people too?"
"I've been having the dreams too. I've seen you multiple times before in my dreams."
Ajlal looked side from side. "Yer a bit weird, Alex. Askin' people if they been dreamin 'bout people. I'm only showin you back 'sought any questions cause I'm just as curious as ya be."
I nodded. "So be it."
"Jus' fallaw behin' Shade and ya'll be good. Got it?" Ajlal climbed back up on her horse, apparently named Shade.
"Got it," I nodded as did Peto.
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