Victoria stood tall in her armor, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes as she stepped forth into the stables. Bringing out her favorite white horse that she named as "Whiterun".

"Who's a good horse...?"

She coos to her horse as she reaches down to pat the horse's snout, rubbing it gently and caressing it with love and care. She seemed to be a lot softer and more affectionate than anyone would expect from a knight, and even more so when dealing with her horse, and particularly to Whiterun.

Victoria attempts to mount her horse, and as she does so, the horse unexpectedly bucks forward, causing her to lose her grip and lands onto the ground, groaning in pain as she gets up from the fall, looking at her horse, Whiterun. The horse snickers softly, almost in a mocking manner, and flicks it's tail at Victoria's direction,

"Oww... You...!"

She exclaims to her horse, clearly trying to act stern with it, and fails to do so, as she tries not to crack a smile and laugh at Whiterun playing around with her.