The horse trotted quickly down the barren path behind the lavish manner - hooves hitting gravel, and a soft laugh left you as your speckled white wings spread. The cool wind ruffled clipped feathers, your hands tightening on the saddle horn.

For the first time in a long time, you felt free. Alive.

The lean male chuckled, guiding the swift horse and glancing back at you with those soft, pale green eyes. "Having fun, my sweet angel~?" He asked, gripping the thin chain that bound you to him.