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@hiddenblade !
The wheels of the carriage squeaked with each jostle from the uneven road, and the flies that kept coming in through the windows, intolerable. And even with the shades drawn down, the heat was stifling, and it seemed all matters surrounding her were not fortuitous. But her mother had clucked her tongue, and reminded Winifred over and over again that well, their family had no money, and she should be happy this arrangement ever came to be.
Winifred was a beautiful girl, and as her mother boasted, most were on her side of the family, a blood line that, she was ever repeating, had links to the duchy. Links? Winifred could have laughed. To be fed such none sense over the years only helped to sculpt her into the sarcastic, fiery young woman she was today.
She was most like a horse, a wild horse, so some would say, and as the carriage rolled on with its rumbling and creaking, her green eyes sought the horizon, where a heard of wild horses run. Wishing she were a horse over a lady, she found herself soon pulled from her day dream when the carriage abruptly stopped.
"Goodness, what on earth-" her mother began to say, and soon Drake Gassir, fiance to Miss Rosalina, was stepping out of the carriage and pulling out his Connlaothian rifle and a hefty strap of ropes.
"Mister Gassir, why on earth have we stopped?" Winnie's mother asked.
"Just stay in the carriage, Lady Rosalina. I didn't come all the way to the Serha plains to soak up the sun and scenery. You see those horses over there?" Drake went on. And Winifred found herself gasping as she sat up in the carriage.
"What about those horses?" Winnie asked.
To see his fiance suddenly come alive after appearing so bored and soured through most of their journey, had Mister Gassir grinning.
"Well, I aim to catch one. A prize stallion costs loads of money, and to be able to bring one in under my own conditions..." he went on, looping a bag of black powder and was soon making his way to his own horse and began to untether it from the carriage.
"You aim to shoot them?" Winnie asked in angered dismay.
Drake simply laughed.
"Not shoot, Winnie," he went on, patronizingly. "But to conquer, dominate- You know.." And he turned to grin devilishly at her from over his shoulder as he got hte last strap on the horse, free. "Things men are good at."
And soon he was guiding hte horse aside and mounting it. And Winifred returned to her soured look, but this time it was coupled with anger. And Drake so did love the way her cheeks turned pink when she was angry.
"I shouldn't be long!" he said, and nodded to his servant, Jerred. "Take care of the ladies, Jerred. Perhaps while I am gone, you can all have some tea." And with a kick to the side of his horse, he began to make his way off towards the horizon, with Winifred glaring at his back.