Loryn hummed softly as she carefully brushed down the coat of her liege lord's son’s horse, a sleek bay with a white blaze on its forehead. The stable was quiet except for the sound of the horse’s soft snorts and the rhythmic brushing. Her fingers worked the bristles gently through the animal’s coat, the horse standing still, almost like it enjoyed the routine.

"How's he been?" a voice suddenly broke the silence.

Loryn turned to see the lord’s son, standing at the entrance of the stable, leaning casually against the doorframe.

She shrugged, pausing her brushing for a moment. "He’s got a bit of a temper. Feels like he wants to buck anyone off who’s not you, my lord."