A Ride Through Time

FREYA

“Do you ride?” I asked, striding into the room.

Adrien, who was at the window and staring out, turned to me in surprise.

His attentive gaze spanned the whole of me; I looked a little different today.

I was going for a ride. Today's ride held a secret thrill, and my heart fluttered, and a smile tugged at the edges of my lips as I thought of the news I couldn't wait to share.

“Yes, I think I do.” His eyes looked still, unwilling to skip over any detail.

I was dressed for riding, not a gown but breeches and a shirt tailored to fit, and while being uncustomary, it was appropriate for riding.

Black-heeled boots clad my feet, meeting my black leather breeches at my calves, the breeches hugged my legs and thighs comfortably and not too tightly.