Forgive me for taking this long. And to remind you I am telling the story in drabbles so the chapters are short on purpose.
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters or story line do not belong to me, the rest do though. I do not profit from this, I am simply writing for my own enjoyment.
I hated riding. I truly hated it. My bum was killing me, I couldn't understand how people could ride a whole day. Khamûl didn't seem to have any trouble at all, though I wondered if he felt anything what with being a ring wraith and everything. We had been on this damn horse for half a day now and I doubted he had plans on stopping any time soon. All day I had felt him behind me, there is no fat on him just pure muscle. Luckily he's not wearing his armor that could have been uncomfortable.
I really wanted to get away from that horse to stretch my legs a little but I was still afraid of him. The last time I had asked him to stop earned me a slap on the ear. Clearly he had no difficulties in hitting a woman; I was not going to anger him again. Accepting that I had no other choice than to quietly sit I tried not to enjoy the feeling of strong arms around me.
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