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Mya was stealing one of the cooks' boy's clothes when Breuin found her.

"What are you doing, cousin?"

Mya spun around and glared at him. "What does it look like, stupid?" She retorted, and Breuin laughed. "Stealing some poor cook's garments is hardly lady-like." He said, and Mya picked up the shoes for good measure.

"I do not care to be a lady." She told him. "I want to go riding."

Mya walked down to Solitude's stables, still adusting her boots as she went, Breuin beside her. She told Kohl the Stable Master that she wanted to ride, but did not wait for an answer. Simply walked into the stable stalls and led out her mare by the rope tied around her muzzle.

She saddled her own horse, but she did not fancy riding side-saddle. Like a lady. Like how her mother would have approved. Alayah said that she rode like a man, and that for a Princess of Solitude, it was a bad thing.

But Breuin did not so much as blink, he was used to his cousin's wildness and ways.

Mya waited for Breuin to have his horse saddled and wondered how she knew more about horses than her older, male cousin.

When the keeper had the horse ready, and Breuin was mounted, Mya tapped her horse in the side and took off.

Normally Mya wasn't allowed to go any further than the bridge, and would have to turn back for Solitude.

She pulled tight on the reins and her mount came to a stop. Her horse nickered softly and her ears flicked back at the sound of Breuin approaching. Mya held the reins tighter, and patted down the mare's flaxen mane. It was a beautiful creature that her father had bought her. Almost silver, and because Mya had only been eight at the time, she'd named the foal exactly that.

Breuin came to a stop beside her, and for a moment, Mya just watched the sunset. She loved this feeling of freeness she got when on a horse, whenever outside the perimeter of the walls of Solitude. She watched as ships and fishermen pulled into the docks for the night, and wished for not the first time in her short life that she'd been born to different parents.

A different life.

Mya cocked her head to the side, her dark hair falling to the left. "Do you ever wish to live the life great-grand mother led?" She asked Breuin, and he threw her a startled glance before answering with a question. "Why?" He asked. "What made you say that?"

Mya readjusted her seat in her saddle. "I do not know," she admitted. "But I suppose it is because she would have had freedom, would not have had to listen to anyone or their opinions."

Mya pulled the reins to the right and turned to go back to Solitude. Her prison. Breuin turned his horse too, and his hand settled on her upper arm.

"Mya?"

Her dark eyes flicked up his blue ones, a question in her features. "Do you not know why I am here? My family and I, I mean." He asked and she nodded curtly.

"To wed either my sister or I." She answered.

He frowned as he spoke, "To wed-"

Mya cut in and spoke over her prince. "Me, I know that. Mother says that you need to wed a woman so that you can have the throne." And I don't want to be your queen. "But I haven't even had my blood yet, so you should marry Allie, she can give you sons and daughters."

A pained look flashed across his face. "Do you not wish to marry me?"

Mya's cheeks flushed and she inwardly berated herself for acting so much like Alayah; a silly girl who got flustered over stupid things. "Well, no-"

He opened his lips to speak, but she cut him off again. "But I will, if that is what mother and Aunt Mila want, I will. I'll have no say in the matter, you see?"

Mya flicked her heels into Silver's side and started back to the Castle without a second glance at him.