He dusted off his sleeves like nothing about the ride had been difficult, as though he hadn't spent the last stretch clinging to Alistair's back. His movements were calm, unhurried, almost lazy in their elegance. Then, looking up at Alistair still mounted, he tilted his head with disarming casualness.
"Honestly? My dear prince, You can't ride for shit. All the praises that I had been venting upon you was that I don't want you to throw me away from the horse" Lucian said was a mockery face.
The words cracked through the courtyard like a whip. The sudden silence was broken almost instantly by stifled snorts. A few soldiers choked outright, scrambling to mask their laughter behind fists and coughs.
Alistair's head whipped around, eyes blazing. "What did you just—"
