I was in such heavy thought as a changed clothes for a horse ride. The jeans were fine, but I needed to change tops from something as loose as an off the shoulder cotton shirt. A took hold of a dark purple v-cut wool top and decided on that. I made my way down stairs again where Brian was waiting and led me towards his stables that could probably compete against any decent professional breeders’.
It had been almost ten years since my father took me on a ride on a horse but the movements came back to me like riding a bike. We laughed as he told stories of Marcus’ rambunctious childhood. It has been a long time since I felt this way. I was finally at peace and happy in the company of others.
We rode back to the manor. I spotted Marcus waiting for us at the stables. He was on yet an
