“What if someone sees?”
Misa stared at the brown stallion before her, taking in its rumbling girth, its strong, long legs, and the muscles that trembled beneath a velveteen coat. It whinnied, shook its head, and pawed at the ground. Misa took a step back. In all her sheltered years, she had never been allowed to ride a horse, and it was only when Royle had saddled the stallion and asked if she could ride that she realized that she didn’t. He had then suggested that she ride with him, but there was something terrifying about being so close to him.
“It’s admittedly not ideal, but we shouldn’t get as much attention if you changed out of your uniform.”
“The only clothes I have aside from my nightclothes are dresses.” Misa looked down, sighing. It was the only reason she’d op
