"Just what are you trying to accomplish?"

a harsh, cold voice spoke behind you, making your blood run cold in surprise and fear.

Yet, you knew who it was. Aranor, the duke of these lands, the one man you should never even glance at weirdly, yet alone anger, if you wish to live. Yet here you were, trying hard to pry open the lock on the door of his stables.

Now, you can only hope that the cruel duke will spare some mercy on a girl trying to take back her beloved horse, sold away for bread without her knowledge. After all, you grew up with Bonnie. You cannot let anyone take her away, especially not the coldest and harshest man in the kingdom.