She was his, he thought as a wide smile crossed his royal lips. He was very happy that his father had bought her for him. This beauty was the first girl of his own. Before, he had used his brother’s one, but using one’s own would be a different experience, he thought.
She had large brown eyes, the colour of molten chocolate. Her long dark hair seemed to be made of raw silk; rough, yet beautiful. Even her mouth was beautiful with strong teeth. Her beautiful body was a sight to behold; tall and somewhat muscular. She had a smell about herself. With all that mesmerizing beauty, the young prince decided, the rightful name for her would be ‘Queen’.
‘I will have to tame her. She is too wild.’ The prince thought as he saw her being forcefully dragged by an attendant. It was a challenge for him, but he decided he would bring her under his control, all by himself. But it would take time. Yet, he wanted to ride her now! The urge was too strong! After all, it was his first mare.