“It’s alright”. He assured her.
For a moment she had thought it would bite her fingers off, but then again, had she really expected a horse to take a delicate bite from an apple?
“You startled me”. She chuckled quietly as she reached out and brushed it’s mane tenderly.
Alvise watched her quietly. His gaze lingered on her delicate fingers which combed through the immensely dark locks of his horse; he found the contrast between her pale skin and the dark locks rather absorbing. And when she held out the red apple again he thought the scene was rather picturesque, If she would let down her hair it would have been even better.
From the corner of his eyes he caught sight of Eloisa walking towards him, he tore his gaze from Madeline as he turned to face her.
“We have the horse prepared and
