Athalia's face was stuck with a wide smile as her shoulders slowly began to relax, tightening her grip on the leather bridle.
She giggled.
"Focus, Piulela. Just because Dolor is calm now does not mean he can not change his mind".
Athalia immediately froze, staring down at the horse as it continued to walk in the circle she directed it to. She then nodded.
Lucien stood from a distance, watching the once horse-riding-scared girl, control his horse for more than an entire minute; and the smile of achievement on her face was priceless, adding to the beauty of her attire; in her pants and shirt, with her hair packed into a long ponytail.
His lips curved into smirk.
Athalia continued to watch the horse keenly as it continued its circles. Trying to test her skills, she wagged the leather b
