Branwenn sat side saddle upon the dappled grey welsh stallion, her dark locks, usually an unruly mess of raven hair, was now braided into a single long braid that hung down to the small of her back. Itâ€™s end bound in an emerald green ribbon. She was tired at keeping her horse walking at such a slow pace, biting her lip she looked to her father who was nestled between the two guards riding at his side. Squinting she gripped the reins tightly and silently swung her left leg over the saddle, displacing her emerald dress.<br/><br/>Smiling with excitement to be out of the Dukeâ€™s manor she spurred the dapple. The horse let out a great whinny before kicking up dust as the two shot the gap of the edge of the path and the guard to her fatherâ€™s right. Her braid wiping behind her as she laughed.<br/><br/>Branwenn had always been a wild spirit, never gaining much weight due to all of the activities she did. Activities her father never would approve of if he ever knew of her late nights sneaking from her window to ride her dappled welsh across the glen. Ever since her mother passed, she wanted to keep her mother living through her own actions. She could remember how her mother would tell her stories of her own excursions when she was Branwennâ€™s age as she cleaned a speck of dirt away, or would fix her raven unruly hair into a braid.<br/><br/>Branwenn wasnâ€™t keen on marrying this Chief, being 19 she didnâ€™t want to marry anyone so young. Hearing her fatherâ€™s shouts she only smirked. This after all was his doing, furrowing her brow she leaned into the flow of the welsh as she gripped a bit of his mane. Her green eyes focused as she saw the gate droppingâ€¦