Chapter 687:

The horse snorted, shifting uneasily, its hooves pawing at the dirt.

A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.

Horses were perceptive. This one could sense the game she was playing. It huffed a breath against her cheek, frustrated but intrigued.

“You want it?” she teased again, lifting the apple just beyond its reach.

Another deep snort. More stomping.

Corrine couldn’t help but chuckle.

She let the anticipation stretch for a moment longer before finally offering the apple.

The horse hesitated, and then, at last, accepted the fruit, crunching into it with visible satisfaction.

That was her moment. With fluid ease, Corrine tightened her grip on the reins, slid her left foot into the stirrup, and swung herself onto the horse’s back in one smooth motion.

hush fell over the onlookers. Stunned

“Wait… what?”

Paul said this horse was impossible to

a professional trainer just

their very eyes, Corrine had mounted it as though it

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from a distance, looked as if someone had

bested even the most seasoned riders—stood beneath

What just happened?

really succeeded where the professionals had

just

standing apart from the crowd, let a

something

was

eyes. A flicker of

How had this happened?

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