His Chosen Love

Chapter Three

RAB'S POV

My eyes were glued to Georgina as she stopped her horse. I grabbed the reins which spooked the horse, causing his head to thrust up. I ignored it and pulled the two into the barn. I flickered my gaze back to Mason, who sat still, waiting. I gave an irritated huff as I turned, letting go of the reins.

"Get down." I demanded, my eyes piercing into hers.

She gazed at me, doing as I asked. She grabbed the reins, standing still, staring back at me.

I gave a deep exhale, closing my eyes, I paced myself for a moment. I didn't want to yell at her, but I didn't see any other way to get through to her.

"You snuck out without telling me, or anyone else." I began, my tone low, and hoarse. "How irresponsible are you?" I snapped, opening my eyes, my gaze burned through her.

I watched her flinch, darting her eyes to the floor. "I just needed space.

"You have a room for that!"

"You know riding clears my mind."

"Right now you're clouding my mind with mixed judgement. Go inside."

"But Rab-"

"I said go inside!" I shouted, snapping at her.

I watched her flinch, her eyes turning to crystals as tears pooled in them. She threw down her reins, walking off calmly. She paused for a moment, straightening her posture, then continued toward the house.

I sighed, placing my fingers on either side of my nose, pressing inward in frustration. I grumbled to myself, grabbing the reins of Balor, I tied him to a post, beginning to remove his tack.

Mason entered the stables with his horse, tying her to the other pole.

"Was it worth getting infuriated over?" He puzzled me, removing his horse's bridal.

"Excuse me?" I didn't turn to face him, rather turned in the opposite direction as I continued removing items from the stallion.

"Was she wanting some space so wrong? Was it worth getting mad over?" He repeated himself.

"Do not tell me how to parent her."

"That's the thing, I don't remember you ever being her parent." He straightened his frame, walking off, leaving the horse.

I turned myself to the stable hand. "Take care of these two." I nodded, walking behind Mason.

"So tell me Mason, what gives you the right to tell me how to parent her?" I strode to his side, hands gently held behind my back.

"I wasn't telling you how to parent, I was telling you to control your anger. Since I've arrived, you've been on edge with her." He told me.

"Have I now?"

"Most certainly. When the weather got bad, you refused to turn around like she said. Then you got into two petty fights with her after."

"I see." My gaze averted to my strides.

He stopped, turning to face me.

"If you're more gentle, maybe she wouldn't be so rebellious." He stated. "She really is a gentle girl, you just brought out the salt in her." He gave me a bow. "Good day." He walked off towards the house where his father, and brother awaited him in the carriage.

I thought for a moment, glancing from the house to the retreating carriage. I sighed, walking inside, I glanced from left to right. I merged into my study, sitting myself at the chair, gazing down at the paper that was left unfinished. I sighed, ruffling my hair back, my eyes gazed to the ceiling as my head tilted back. Puffing out my chair, I removed the neck tie, loosening the tight shirt that confined my body. I exhaled softly. I stood, tugging my shirt down, I turned on my heel, glancing behind me at the bookshelf. Pondering, I stood there, gazing around for the item I searched for.