Warning: This chapter mentions rape
Zina’s personality was something that made me laugh daily. She loved to trot around the front courtyard of the castle and take off into the orchard trees. I was happy to go were ever she lead me to. This afternoon, it was the orchard where she made her way under trees and I lifted myself in the saddle to grab the last of the ripe apples and feed them to her by hand. I laughed, knowing she could never be full enough and rode her back to the stables at the sight of the purple sunset over the mountain.
I put her in her stable with a brush that she enjoyed by the flicking of her tail before I went back inside feeling content because of her.
I found Alina sitting in the conservatory as the remaining light from outside fell against the glass.
“Alina.” I
