Six isn't sure if there's meant to be a point to this story. Sometimes she has heard tell of stories where there is some kind of moral or some message to be learned and adapted - not from her father, nor her absent mother, but from some of the women who washed clothes by the rivers and the soldiers who fought at her side.
Slowly, she leans forward to stroke down and along her steed's head, gentle and soft as she rubs at it's flank. At least this she can survive; riding is second nature.
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Six isn't sure if there's meant to be a point to this story. Sometimes she has heard tell of stories where there is some kind of moral or some message to be learned and adapted - not from her father, nor her absent mother, but from some of the women who washed clothes by the rivers and the soldiers who fought at her side.
Slowly, she leans forward to stroke down and along her steed's head, gentle and soft as she rubs at it's flank. At least this she can survive; riding is second nature.
"Even with the prince's careful... Plans."