Chained Royalty [ZNN]

Chapter IV: Equestrianism

As I sped through fields adorned with wildflowers, the urgent calls of the equine instructor resonated behind me, fading gradually into the wind. My heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and rebellion, fueled by the rhythmic pounding of hooves against the field.

Unbeknownst to me the Southern Prince, initially startled by our impromptu departure, quickly adapted to the thrill of the ride. The instructor's pleas for adherence to the lesson plan became distant echoes as we ventured deeper into the untouched beauty of the landscape. The lush meadows and winding streams became witnesses to my defiance, an unspoken rebellion against the structured expectations that accompanied my royal status.

Under the vast canvas of the open sky, the sun began its ascent, casting a warm glow upon my unconventional journey. I know for sure that the urgent calls of the equine instructor reached the ears of the nearby royal guardsmen, who, in a state of frantic surprise by what I did, they'd scrambling to mount their horses and pursue me any moment now.

Surrounded by vast fields and tall grasses, the sun bathed the landscape in a golden glow as my steed continued its relentless run, seemingly without a defined path. The rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed through the expansive openness, creating a harmonious dance between nature and my impulsive journey.

As I approached the edge of the fields, the treeline of the forest emerged like a mysterious curtain inviting me into its depths. Without hesitation, my steed carried me into the cool shadows of the woodland, the sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. The transition from open fields to the sheltering embrace of the forest added an extra layer of enchantment to my escapade, leaving behind the sunlit expanses for the dappled serenity of the wooded realm.

I continued galloping towards the forest, my steed's behavior took an unexpected turn. The once steady and rhythmic gait turned into erratic movements, a deviation from the disciplined training we had undergone. I sensed a growing restlessness in the magnificent creature beneath me, and it added worries in me. The steed began neighing loudly, its expressive sounds echoing through the forest, conveying a sense of distress or urgency.

"What is wrong with you? I cannot control you!" I shouted, frustration and confusion evident in my voice as I grappled with the unexpected behavior of my usually obedient steed.