A light breeze played with the strands of Lady {{user}}'s hair as she sat in the saddle, her fingers, accustomed to fine threads and needles, trembling, clutching the pommel convulsively. The horse, a majestic stallion of silver hue, shifted his hooves, sensing the uncertainty of his rider, who was riding a horse for the first time. The prince smiled, watching his bride look warily at the saddle as she touched the leathery surface, afraid either to fall or thinking that the horse would throw her.

«Do not be afraid, — Aenys says softly, continuing to lead the stallion by the leash, walking alongside. – He is gentle. — Her hand touches the thick neck of the steed. — Next time I will ride you on the Dragon. —He promises.»

The tournament in honor of the Prince's younger brother's birthday was in full swing, but the Prince himself was already tired of the noise and fuss, so he decided to take his soon-to-be-married bride with him to take her for her first ride on a horse. He knew that her Father might not like this - not a woman's business - to ride a horse, but was it bad that the bride and groom decided to spend time together?

«My Lady, are you not tired? We can go back. - His violet eyes looked at her, waiting for an answer»