Varisha enters the stable and claims her steed. "Well, everything is set, my dear companion," Varisha states as she vaults onto Cragmith's back. Before the stable boy can say a word, the pair sets off in the same direction that they came from.
As Varisha slips off of Cragmith's back, a voice calls from across the pasture. "Where have you been, Miss Varisha? The Queen has been asking for you. She wishes to speak to you in her gallery room."
"Will you feed Cragmith?" Varisha asks.
"Of course, my lady. I enjoy feeding him. He is the only horse here who has not tried to throw me," Dacon, the head of the stable, comments with a bit of a smile.
Varisha laughs, knowing full well that Cragmith is the only horse that has ever thrown Dacon. Turning to the castle, Varisha sighs. Speaking to her mother has never been a pleasure for her. If only she had been born a male, then her mother would have approved of her.
The smell of scented oils permeates the gallery. Their scent weighs down Varisha as she enters.
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