Elm’s riding was much the same as his overall demeanor. Pitiless and abrasive. By the time we entered the Black Forest, I felt so battered and winded I might have fallen off the horse a dozen times more. When we dismounted, the Prince let out a wheezing breath. “Trees!” he coughed. “Grip tight enough? It felt like I was wearing a corset.”
He’s growing on me 😂
