Edmund leaned in close and whispered, "But you're safe. I've got you."
Primrose let out a long sigh, leaning back into him with a dramatic slump. "You better. Because if I die, I will haunt you and Dante forever!"
Right on cue, the horse neighed loudly, almost like he understood.
Primrose narrowed her eyes. "Don't tempt me, horse."
Next time, she told herself, she was taking a carriage.
Or better yet, maybe it was time to ask Edmund to teach her how to ride properly, so she could ride a smaller, friendlier horse.
Eventually, they reached flatter ground, and Dante slowed to a calm, steady pace.
Edmund pulled gently on the reins, bringing the horse to a stop under the shade of some tall trees just outside the city.
"We'll walk the rest of the way," he said as he slid down from the saddle.
Then he turned and reached up for her. She placed her hands in his, and he helped her down carefully.
The moment her feet touched solid ground, Primrose let out a long, relieved sigh.
