Novel & Cerita Asterion Horse

I set a brisk pace towards the royal stables, the rising sun paints the sky in hues of orange and pink. The stable workers straighten to attention upon seeing me. They bring out my steed – a magnificent white stallion with a mane like spun gold. I mount the horse. The familiar warmth of the leather beneath him, the powerful energy of the animal thrumming through my legs. I nudge it forward, and we set off at a steady gallop. Our destination – the harem house.

The vistas gorgeous. Dillon and Chase were also interested in the horses. "You see that pretty little chestnut mare in the corner?" Chase asked. Mitch and Dillon said yes. "She's Pretty Girl, Lauren's horse. Now, look at my horse, the stallion in the corner beside her. If Midnight could, he'd jump that fence, sniff around enough until he had her for himself. He doesn't want any other mare but her. He's our best stud, so we use him with other mares but not her. She doesn't have the bloodline requirements we need. Every day they are at that corner, talking back and forth, smelling each other's scent, rubbing their faces together."

he replied without turning his head away from the lake to look at his teacher. “But, your highness, you haven't seen and don't seem to hear all of my explanation.” The handsome little boy rolled his eyes in exasperation. Then turned to the teacher. Then he recounted what the adult explained so easily and without a single mistake. “This horse is named Clairin, a horse of the Falabella race. She is about seven hands tall and two years and six months old. She is docile and likes to be stroked on the back of the neck,” explained Alessandro quickly. Ignoring the teacher he had just made gaping, he looked back at the calm looking lake.

Now, she saw a large white stallion with a braided mane standing nearby, it’s saddle and bridle the same colors of Warchester Keep, white and red, held in place by a man she thought she recognized as Cassius’s liegeman, though in fairness she never paid much attention to anyone else when Cassius was around. “It is,” he replied with a proud smile. “That is Snowduster, finest Warchestian stallion you’ll ever lay eyes on.” Kit admired his ride from a distance, thinking she’d get a better look at him later. “He’s magnificent.” She could say the same about the horse’s owner, but presently, she remembered they were not alone and turned her attention to the other men who were waiting patiently next

After finishing up her uniform, she pulled on her leather boots, threw her sword over her shoulder and marched out to the stables. The Court had worked quickly, many horses were already being dorned with blankets of the royal crest. Stablehands worked quickly to ready up horses and send them to the waiting soldiers outside the stables. Aynyra snuck around the back, hoping to not draw attention to herself as she shuffled over to her horse, a beautiful dapple horse, white with small brown spots. Her horses name was Rera, the Lystarian translation for rings. Her father named the horse after the great walls that made up the Kingdom.

So, three days after their deal, Cain started training her to ride. The very black colt that Lianne had befriended when she was the age of twelve had been shipped to one of Garlow’s chateau to her dejection. Cain instead gave her a stallion, straight from the Soulisse mansion, handpicked by Cain himself for the princess to ride, and it was a pure white Hanoverian horse; tall and slender, with strong limbs and robust, powerful body - exactly a trainable horse that was perfect for the princess. She immediately named the young creature, Arinna.

he said softly, which made my heart go wild. I bit my lower lip and nodded as I got teary-eyed. "I love you, too, Claude." We looked into each other's eyes before we got down to approach my stallion horse named Alexander. He was the royal lycan family's stallion horse trained to set on war just like this event that's happening right now. He was named after the surname of the royal lycan family of the Waevalon Kingdom. I caressed his snout. Alexander leaned to my touch, symbolizing that he was acknowledging me as his master along with Claude. This was Claude's favorite horse, too.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

“Besides, Montegory here is trained for combat. He can defend you if there’s trouble, so it’s best you take him.” She crossed her arms, giving me a skeptical look. “You named your horse Montegory?” “Of course,” I grinned. “I had another horse prepared for myself.” At that moment, a squire approached, leading a beautiful brown mare with a shimmering golden mane. “This one’s Chestnut. She’s trained as well, as you can see, but she’s a bit wild.”