With all the hurt and tragedy, everyone had quite neglected poor Clooney, Lotty's gelding. Sophie had received a text from Mel suggesting someone exercise the chestnut before he got up to any more trouble in the barn.
She stopped halfway through her text asking Mel to take care of it and changed into her riding kit instead. It would be nice to escape the confines of the castle and all the worried looks and gossipy whispers that trailed behind her wherever she went.
If only Clooney wasn't such a fluff brain, she thought, as she urged him forward to sniff the terrifying branch monster lying across the trail.
She hears approaching hoofbeats and looks up. Leave it to the fluff brain to act up in front of witnesses. She takes a firmer grip on the reins and nods greeting to the newcomer.
"Mil--Julien." They might be the same rank, but she wished she knew his surname. She doesn't know the man well enough to address by his first name, and calling him by his Rank seemed rude.
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She stopped halfway through her text asking Mel to take care of it and changed into her riding kit instead. It would be nice to escape the confines of the castle and all the worried looks and gossipy whispers that trailed behind her wherever she went.
If only Clooney wasn't such a fluff brain, she thought, as she urged him forward to sniff the terrifying branch monster lying across the trail.
She hears approaching hoofbeats and looks up. Leave it to the fluff brain to act up in front of witnesses. She takes a firmer grip on the reins and nods greeting to the newcomer.
"Mil--Julien." They might be the same rank, but she wished she knew his surname. She doesn't know the man well enough to address by his first name, and calling him by his Rank seemed rude.