Her husband's eye twitched, as if her question struck him oddly.
"Of course, we'll ride together. Taking a carriage would take far too long," he replied with a faint smile. "Besides, you're already dressed in riding attire."
Elara blinked and let out a small chuckle, amused by his answer. "No, Your Grace. I wasn't planning to take the carriage either."
She turned to the stablehand. "Bring me my horse, Dorion."
"You… You can ride?" he asked, clearly in disbelief.
Elara didn't answer, simply smiling as she stepped toward the white horse with soft grey-tinted fur and a full fringe, which was being led forward by the stablehand.
With a few graceful steps and help from the mounting block, she climbed into the saddle with ease.
"Of course, Your Grace," she said, guiding her horse toward Prince Reynand. "I happen to be one of the finest horsewomen in Ravenswood. Isn't that right, Dorion?"
