I clung to the horse’s coarse mane. We were moving so fast, the mist clouded my eyes, causing a steady stream of tears. As we galloped ahead, the Mist King kept my thighs firmly trapped beneath his steady hands. I shifted slightly to the side when we hit an unexpected ditch, and my hands slipped off the mane. But his hands kept me steady. I wanted to hate every moment of this. He was rude and monstrous and cruel and murderous and hateful and…also very muscular and strong. The wind blew his wintry scent into my nose, and the steady thrum of his body against my back chased away the anxious
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