Isabella Hawthorne
A cool breeze washed over me as I stepped out of the Hearts Manor.
The air vibrated with an unfamiliar energy, a quiet hum that seemed to pulse with the land itself. Damien stood beside me, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance.
"There are horses here, in the Hearts Manor," he announced.
"Horses?" My voice barely escaped my lips. Horses were creatures of legend to me, mythical beasts whispered about in hushed tones, not just farmyard animals. Growing up as an orphan, the closest I'd ever come to such a majestic creature was a fleeting glimpse across a distant field during a school trip years ago.
The very notion sent a thrill through me. I wasn't scared, not truly, but the sheer size and power of a horse was a concept that existed only in my imagination.
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