Ayla brought the horses while Iris was lost in her memories.
-Hey, are you with us? she asked, waiting amused to see how she would get on the horse, assuming she didn't know how to ride.
After Iris's gaze, when he saw the horse, she had already begun to laugh. Iris walked around the horse, probably looking for a way to get in her saddle. Ufff, she really hated it, how can you climb on that device in which once you lock your feet, you are not able to avoid arrows or spears when needed?
-Come on, can't you ride now? Get on the horse...
Seeing the girl's indecision, the king grabbed her by the waist and grabbed her boot, showing her where to put her foot.
-Or you can ride with me, he simply said. Iris felt troubled by the short distance the king stood from her and the fact that he tou
