The rhythmic, thunderous thud of hooves striking the dirt vibrated through the expansive private grounds of the imperial palace.
Iryna moved like a streak of silver lightning across the field. She leaned low over the neck of her white Solaric mare, her posture flawless, adjusting her weight with the effortless grace of someone born to rule the saddle. With a sharp flick of the reins, she guided the massive beast over a high wooden barrier, clearing it beautifully before settling into a smooth, controlled canter. Riding a few paces behind her on a jet-black stallion was Gillian.
Slowly, the siblings guided their horses down to a leisurely walking pace, steering them toward the deep shade of a cluster of ancient trees near the edge of the training grounds. The imperial guards and servants remained at a respectful distance, ensuring their conversation would remain entirely private.
