Bows & Beauty

Chapter 4

Seulgi stood satisfied in front of the brown mare. Her face enlightened up with a pleased smile although her hair was slightly dishevelled as the mare exhale in a loud manner earlier. Seulgi stroke the mare's nose and the latter seems to like it as he tries to sniff Seulgi's hand. Yes, the mare was a male-horse that's for sure.

As Seulgi was lost in thoughts for a moment, the mare suddenly neigh, its head pointedly nodding at the open. Trying to indicate something—trying to indicate that Seulgi has a trainer waiting to be called outside.

"Oh, right," Seulgi mumbled, "How can I forget? Thanks boy!" Seulgi promptly jog to the other exit of the stable, leading to a wide meadow. And there, she saw a remarkable view.

Maybe it would be just a mere sight to somebody else—but not for Seulgi. For she has never seen someone looking so stunningly beautiful while riding a horse, galloping on the grassland. Irene's hair swept behind as the wind rush according to her acceleration. Her jade brown eyes looking focused and determined as she led her snowy mare jumped high above the fences, and landed on the ground beautifully while her face splits to a triumphant. Irene turned her horse around and their eyes met. Irene slowly rides her horse towards Seulgi, her eyes—too, still remain fix at Seulgi herself.

Seulgi felt that heart-tightening sensation once more. But it was a little different this time. Seulgi felt like all the blood in her body was gushing to her face, and her heart hammered hard—pounding in an abnormal way.

And that's when Seulgi heard another heavy gallop from behind, she look back just in time to saw a black, fierce looking stallion charging in her way and Seulgi yelps before quickly moving aside. There was a rider, and his hair flaunts charmingly as he rode towards Irene.

The rider has eyes like a dagger, hollow cheeks, with a deep jawline and a pointed chin. That was what initially that came into Seulgi's mind. But he wasdashing—that's for sure. He wore a red armour protector on his chest, with a picture of a vulture crafted in the middle. He stopped his horse beside Irene who looks a little flustered somehow.

Seulgi did not manage to hear what the rider said towards Irene but they exchange a few words before the rider departs once more—this time, not in a rush, as the rider bores his eyes lazily upon Seulgi's in an expressionless manner, before whipping his horse and gallops away.

"Is it because he's so good looking that you can't tear your eyes away from him?" A silky voice came from the back, as Irene approached her and unmounts from her horse.

"N-No, I wasn't—"

"Do you think he's hot?" Irene seems to ask a theoretical, her eyes staring in Seulgi in a slight cold manner.

"I- I don't"

"You don't?" A confuse look showed upon the beauty's face but then she squints her eyes at Seulgi and asked once more, "you're lying aren't you?"

"I'm not."

The words slipped out from Seulgi's tongue quickly without her conscience. Although she has to admit that the rider wasn't really that hot, compared to the angel in front of her. Irene's expression remains fazed for a moment before she stares upon the brown mare behind. A small smile twitch at the corner of her rosy red lips, "You've done quite a good job with Agron. He isn't really the friendly type."

"I guess he likes me, huh?" Seulgi grins proudly as Irene's praise hit her chest like an arrow.

"Such a bear," Irene mumbled

"Sorry, what?"

"Walk Agron outside and mount him," Irene turned away, ignoring Seulgi's question as she led her horse in the grassland once more.