a quiet ride - kyra, aksel - aug. 17 who: Kyra, Aksel when: aug 17, morning where: the stables, the woods rating: R because these are Boltons status: closed closed closed
It had been a long night, but she had sent word to her uncle asking him to join her for a ride this morning. In a nod to the uneasy court and the missing princess, she was taking Gareth's squire along with them, but Mark was no danger to anyone. It had been ages since he'd spoken a word- she was mostly sure it had been just before he did something to annoy Jemni. Just thinking of it made her sigh. She missed her cousins.
Thoughts of home took her over as the groom led her horse out toward her. Kyra took the reins with a smile and a word of thanks, and stroked the creature. It was a gift from Baelor for her last nameday- a gorgeous white mare. The pale leather saddle on her back was set with intricately tooled silver that shone in the morning sun, and Kyra's smile brightened at the sight of it. A gift from Dristan for her wedding, she always insisted it come with her, even though she generally chose less ornate saddlery for everyday use. But today she was tired, and she wanted reminders of home. It also might please her uncle to see it and know that she had not forgotten the North- although she didn't think that was a doubt likely to crop up in Aksel's mind.
Especially not when he saw the surprise she had for him.