Drum Beats One: For Princess Aisha
Prince Zyrcon exhaled soft and warm as he watched his riding
instructor round the yard. Her elephant,
a matron named Shirik slowed from a frenzied gallop to a saunter when she
thrust her hips forward and spoke the command.
Tun’rilly had an alluring air about her and a peculiar habit of
thrusting her chest out and up when she spoke.
Perhaps she imagined herself a bull, raising the head and trunk in
challenge so that people would ignore her body and listen to her self.
An evolution of a kind, necessary for a woman so
distracting to make herself seem brusque.
King Balim had told his son once.
Immediately after, the King roughly reminded Zyrcon to stop staring at
the woman.
“Did you see? That is
the way to execute a gallop. The way you
tried before could have hobbled Aisha before she even grew to mounting age.”
Mount. That
word made Zyrcon smirk.
“Eyes up here, boy.
If you weren’t the prince, I’d call you a pervert to your face.” Rider
Tun’rilly tossed her head at Zyrcon and thrust her mango breasts at him again.
“I was watching. The
command is huptha, right?”
