Trapped under her spell (Under Edit)

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I am standing in the stirrups, leaning a little forward, feeling my body floating as my horse moves under me. The knight was way ahead of me, reaching up the cliff as the sun was setting, it made his blonde hair look golden.

The wind was blowing so hard that I only was seeing the knights blurred back. My eyes were watering too much from the breeze as the mane hairs of Royal were hitting my face. The knight stopped on top of the cliff, so I pulled the reins backwards. Royal slowed down a bit before halting next to the knight’s brown horse.

We stood on a small hill, facing a big wide open pasture gate.

At first, just our breaths and our horses' sabots clicking on the solid floor were audible. 

Then, a deep sound, like an amplified volcanic eruption grows. It was vague at first. It got louder, tougher as minutes passed. I can feel the vibration in my chest.  I looked up to stare at the Knight, who was holding back his horse.

Turning my gaze back to the gate as the booming noise reveals its cause. One by one, horses burst into the field in a flow of manes, tails, and hoofs. My heart overcame with the beat, pounding in unison with the trotters.

I felt a wave of passion and liberty of energy and power washes over me. My eyes welled up with tears, overwhelmed with emotions building up in my chest.

I smiled at the scene in front of me, wishing I was one of them, not trapped and a Queen to be.

 “Can you answer at least one of my questions?” I gazed upon my left, looking at one of the perfect men.

“You ask too much, your majesty.” He replied as he watched an old man closing the gates behind the horses. 

“Did you at any point consider that you are conversing with a princess?” I said that sentence as he let his horse trot.

“Indeed, a princess, not my Queen.”

“Destined to be-” I mumbled as I followed his pace.

“Uh, good luck with that.” And with those words, he caused his horse to fastins its pace, leaving me behind.

“Only one question,” I said as me and Royal already headed before him.

He sighs and stops. Once we passed the horses and got to a quieter place. He got off the cavalry. 

The surrounding environment was a humid, dense brown-oak forest. The sounds of scurrying squirrels enveloped the tall trees. Birds chirped, placing themselves in their tiny houses.

“We'll be camping here, your majesty.” I clashed down, annoyed that he didn’t hold my hand to help me.

“Camping?” I asked, looking upwards at the branches hovering above us.

“Yes, camping,” he responded coldly, attaching the reins to the closest tree. 

“Sir Frederick, will you answer my questions? Or else, I make sure I’ll be your next queen and cut your head off.” I yelled, seething inside, although my heart had the sound of the stallion's dashes. He scoffed passing by me.

The feeble-minded knight completed tying the horses in definite silence and turned unexpectedly confronting me. Faster than a striking light, he shut the hole between us, frowning down at me. Like I was the one dismissing him this entire time. Like he was the one with power over me.

“You say this phrase once more, and I'll forget you, walking on your own, is that clear?”

“Uh!” I felt my cheeks turning red as I looked at those cold grey eyes.