Chosen by The Alpha King
We arrived at a stable next and I gasped at the beauty of the horses, a particular brown Mare caught my attention.
I reached out and stroked her fur, the horse neighed softly and relaxed in my hand. I smiled at the stable manager, he smiled back.
“Does nobody ride these horses?” I asked the young boy who looked less than 20.
“His Highness rides the horse from time to time. Shimer is his horse, the pure black breed at the extreme.” He pointed towards it.
I nodded and turned and sure enough, a majestic black horse was at the extreme, it was in its own world nibbling on the carrots. It paid us no attention. I smiled, “Like owner, like horse.”