"Fufu, what's the problem? The horse is big enough for the three of us. Besides, young master Arthur is a child; he won't take much space" Miranda spoiled his behaviour even more.
Seeing that there was no stopping things now, Reinhardt sighed and got on top of the horse too. Their seating position was as follows— Arthur was in the front, followed by Miranda hugging him like a child that he was.
Lastly, seated on the back was Reinhardt, trying to keep the horse balanced.
"My Lady, please hold onto the reins tightly," he instructed.
The lady as advised, grabbed onto the reins and slowly pulled on it. At the same time, the warhorse who was given the command to go, neighed, and its powerful body which was like the engine of a supercar, roared to life.
It kicked off. The motion caused Miranda to align her back completely in froint of Reinhardt.
"My Lady, are you alright?"…
