"Winter is still recovering," he said, his tone gentle, but firm. "We'll visit her soon, and then you can take her wherever you want."
Elora pouted but when Midnight walked over and excitedly pranced over to her, ignoring Azazeal.
She giggled greeting the excited stallion while throwing a gloating look over her shoulder at the king who stared unbothered.
He knew his horse had taken her as his favorite ever since the night Midnight had defended her from him.
It came as no surprise to him to see the horse's blatant favoritism.
" Alright Azazeal, we should be on our way if we want to come back early."
He nodded walking over to her side, his hand patted the horse gently on the back before he turned to face the woman in front of him.
Azazeal's powerful grip grasped her waist, hoisting her onto the horse effortlessly.
Even through all the layers, her little gloved fingers still felt chilly when he had her hand, and he frowned at the freezing touch.
