Heath was settled on the matter, the bottle of Vodka would go to Jac. It was a good kind, strait from Russia and pure as Heath could ever imagine. It hardly burned on the way down and he never had a morning-after of headaches or stomach pains. The brand was his favorite, but he had settled on never drinking again. It wasn’t a noble habit to have, and the last time he had pouched Haven square in the jaw. It was time to grow up, to take his responsibilities seriously and enjoy live with a clear head.
These were the moment he wished to remember, and she was the one he yearned to spend with time with. Not a bottle. Let Jac enjoy the bottle while he enjoyed the company of the silver toned woman. Heath wore a small smile at the thought. Though his intensions were not angel pure, it was still a heartfelt attempt as making his relationship with the king work.
As she chose their location, Heath was slightly surprised. He had thought she would want him to sweep her away to a place far more romantic, but it did not mean he was at all disappointed. It was of course where he spent most of his time, and he was happy to show her around. The last time they had met among the horses Heath had just lost the large race and she had surprised him. They had spent little time meeting the other mustangs.
His tone was filled with animation; as it always was when around the sightless woman,
“Hold on, okay?” the man waited a moment for her acknowledgment and then pressing his heels into Lumière’s soft side. The stallion was not about to be left behind, and moved quickly to keep up with the two others. Heath took their slow trot to a canter, making their travel speedier and just a bit more exhilarating.
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