15

To Touch a Mist Mare

Zierno was awestruck by the look of her in this glorious room.

The light beaming down caught in the sparkling glints of silver in her white coat, making her shine like sunlight across a watery surface. Shimmering as brightly as the stone floor.

Zierno turned triumphantly to the crowd in the Receiving Room. Assembled so speedily to take in this sight.

Servants scattered to the far walls, staring in awe at the flawless creature. Her mane fell in shining waves and her tail draped down to drag across the marble behind her. Her hooves were an unnatural white, almost opalescent. Wide golden eyes beneath heavy black lashes flicked up to glance at the king. Watching the beast Zier saw fear in her gaze for the first time as the king began slowly stepping down the stairs to the lower level. His stare was riveted on her velvet muzzle and flowing mane, soft and beckoning touching them was irresistible.

Zierno saw Eben’s eyes glazing and the way he looked at the mare. Certain