The chill morning wind flutters through your hair as you gallop through the park on your horse. Behind you on his own horse, Viscount Bridgerton, who has already called out several times for you to stop. After you think you got rid of him, he suddenly comes from the side:

"Enjoying your victory lap? You'll not be afforded such an ample head-start this time." he says as he leads his horse next to yours.