Medieval Monday! Finale for Excerpt of A Knight Before Christmas
This is the final day of our celebrations Medieval Monday. Wow. That went fast! I hope you enjoyed following along with A Knight Before Christmas. Here’s the final installment of the excerpt. Enjoy!
Eve stared at him with tender eyes, eyes that sparkled gratitude in the torchlight from the hallway.
“Would you like to ride a horse?”
She straightened in fear. “I can’t.”
“Can’t? Have you tried?”
“Once when I was young. I was thrown because I couldn’t control him.” She looked down at her hand. “I couldn’t hold the reins correctly.”
Gabriel shook his head. “There are other ways to control a horse. Were you sitting side-saddle?”
“Of course.”
Gabriel’s gaze swept her. “Do you dare not sit side-saddle?”
“You mean…like a man?”
Gabriel grinned. “It will give you more control.”
“Really?” she asked with excitement. Then, she shook her head. “No. I couldn’t.”
“I will help you learn. I’m an excellent horseman.” He smiled at her. “I daresay there is none better.”
She answered with a smile of her own.
His heart leaped at seeing her joy.
“I don’t know…”
“We can do it in private. Remember that pond where I met you? There is plenty of room to learn there.”
Eve considered for a moment. Then, she nodded. “I would like that.”
Gabriel was proud of her. “In the morn?”
She nodded.
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