[ A mare with an attitude as sour as her own, that would be fitting, wouldn't it? Or a hound if she prefers, or a hawk, or some pretty string of cut diamonds, he doesn't care what, he only knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that there is no worldly good that his riches cannot buy her. He is inconveniently separated from those riches at present, but all will be rectified soon enough, and he lets out a fairly undignified sound as his throat closes further.
The horse seems to have won neither her approval nor her surrender, and he cannot imagine how this is so. Any plain girl should be charmed by the dream of a beautiful steed, and there was no knight who would not be tempted to inspect a worthy destrier. She does not yield for the offer, and seems rather somehow pricked by it. Of course he lacks the horse right now, and its larger value seems lost on her, so he grits his teeth again, resisting squeeze for squeeze. ]
A horse would have fought his way free of this hold by now. [ A horse would have made better company, would have proved twice as useful, and would have responded sensibly to his strength. This girl has placed herself in glaring opposition to sense, and not even brute force seems to have made any impact. He goes heavily to his knees, twisting and wrestling with the throttling weight of her, not the least bit opposed to crashing against the floor if it means he can scrape her off, a dog with an increasingly bothersome tick. ] You let go.
[ It might be kinder never to inflict her upon a horse, he is quickly deciding. ]
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The horse seems to have won neither her approval nor her surrender, and he cannot imagine how this is so. Any plain girl should be charmed by the dream of a beautiful steed, and there was no knight who would not be tempted to inspect a worthy destrier. She does not yield for the offer, and seems rather somehow pricked by it. Of course he lacks the horse right now, and its larger value seems lost on her, so he grits his teeth again, resisting squeeze for squeeze. ]
A horse would have fought his way free of this hold by now. [ A horse would have made better company, would have proved twice as useful, and would have responded sensibly to his strength. This girl has placed herself in glaring opposition to sense, and not even brute force seems to have made any impact. He goes heavily to his knees, twisting and wrestling with the throttling weight of her, not the least bit opposed to crashing against the floor if it means he can scrape her off, a dog with an increasingly bothersome tick. ] You let go.
[ It might be kinder never to inflict her upon a horse, he is quickly deciding. ]