Chapter 22

Isabella was standing behind the rails in the stable, wearing the clothes Maggie had prepared for her: a white long-sleeved blouse, a pair of black gloves and boots, and a riding cap. Her hair was braided into a ponytail.

She was getting impatient.

"Where is Erik?" she asked Maggie.

"Last I checked, he was preparing the horses," Maggie replied.

Not long after, Erik approached with two horses, one black and the other white.

Erik was riding the black horse while holding the reins of the white one.

The pure black stallion looked majestic and regal, like the horse of a king. Erik, riding it tall and proud, emitted a kingly aura.

Erik stopped just a few meters from her, alighted from the horse, and held both reins while walking slowly towards her.

"Sorry, my princess, for making you wait," he said with a sweet smile. "Are you ready?"

Isabella, still in a daze from watching Erik riding the horse, didn't see when Erik stood in front of her and snapped back to reality.

"Ah? You... said?" she