[ To say that Dany was having trouble with her horse was to say that water was wet. From the very first moment that Queen and Horse had met each other, Daenerys had been struggling with her fresh, green new steed. He was jumpy, poorly trained, and uncut. These were issues that would have been quickly worked out among a dothraki horde (or else the horse would have become dinner), and so for Dany to ride an unruly animal at all was simply unthinkable. She had considered herself a capable rider, of course, but nothing prepared her for a horse who went backward when she spurred it forward; a horse that shied and reared when it approached water; a horse with two gears: stop, and really go.
That was what had happened when the pale stallion sidestepped, swiveled, and backed into the horse beside her. She'd pulled on the reins in a perfectly sensible way, and the horse had responded contrary to sense, and now she'd offended...
A very handsome stranger. A knight, by the looks of him. A knight with a potty mouth.
Arching an eyebrow, she held onto the reins, and eventually the horse stopped going backward and responded to the forward cue, allowing her to catch back up with the knight. ]
Perhaps it is you who ought to pay closer attention to your fellow riders.
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That was what had happened when the pale stallion sidestepped, swiveled, and backed into the horse beside her. She'd pulled on the reins in a perfectly sensible way, and the horse had responded contrary to sense, and now she'd offended...
A very handsome stranger. A knight, by the looks of him. A knight with a potty mouth.
Arching an eyebrow, she held onto the reins, and eventually the horse stopped going backward and responded to the forward cue, allowing her to catch back up with the knight. ]
Perhaps it is you who ought to pay closer attention to your fellow riders.