𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: The fate of an entire kingdom rests upon the shoulders of a young woman, the love of her life, and their best friend. Will they be able to find the strength to beat the hardships that come with that responsibility...
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📍 Camelot
⏳November, 506 AD
Dallas and I galloped at the front of the pack as the team rode out of the castle. My hands were buried in his soft mane while they gripped the neck-rope firmly as he sprinted ahead with powerful strides that electrified the atmosphere every time his hooves made contact with the ground.
I was being nice and taking it easy so as to not leave the rest of Camelot's mightiest heroes too far behind; but then Fallyn appeared beside us, Gwaine smirking as he found that his Arabian horse is also much faster than the Iberian-style horses that the rest ride. Not liking that the chestnut mare could match my mighty Thoroughbred's pace, I asked for more out of him and he delivered gladly.
The brunet knight huffed and also sped up his mount, soon catching up with us again. My jaw dropped in feigned offence and I asked Dallas for even more speed. He seemed to switch gears as he surged forwards like a race-car on steroids.
Gwaine did his best, but Fallyn couldn't give more and I smiled triumphantly as my horse and I blazed through the woods until I found that I could no longer see the pair behind me, let alone the rest of the team. So I reluctantly slowed the cremello down to a walk and rewarded him with a piece of carrot for being such a great horse, then I allowed him to walk and catch his breath while my friends caught up.
Eventually, Gwaine and Fallyn came thundering down the dirt path, soon followed by the rest of them.
"Cheater," Elyan muttered as he reached us.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're just jealous that you'll never have a horse like Dal," I retorted with a smirk.
"I think we all are," Percival commented with a grin.
"See? He's not afraid to admit it!" I told the dark-skinned knight, who only huffed in response. And that was the end of the conversation.
Now that I'd gotten the need to run out of my system – kind of; it never really goes away – I held Dallas back and fell into step with Merlin and Falcon; knowing that my friend was still feeling a bit under the weather. I'd insisted that he stay behind, given his recent episode, but he'd obviously refused. He grinned softly at me and we continued trekking quietly through the woods.
The sorcerer started at a sudden tapping sound. Luckily, none of the horses even flinched.
"Merlin, you need your comfort blanket?" Arthur asked in a condescending tone. I gave him a glare.
"What do you mean?" my friend asked, sounding slightly tired.
"You are making me edgy," the Prince protested. I rolled my eyes at that.
Then Tolkien snorted, causing Merlin to jolt yet again. Lancelot rubbed the grey horse's neck soothingly.
