“Thank you, Bartholomew,” Draco said in a pleasant voice, even if the sentiment was clearly fake. Draco had never quite liked the royal advisor, but he knew that he had to deal with him, at least until he himself got on the throne and he would be able to push Bartholomew out.<br/>With a practiced ease, something only achievable by someone who had spent more of their childhood on horseback rather than walking, Draco swung himself onto the back of the beautiful, white mare. Draco was very natural on horseback, more so than he was while moving around normally, clearly much happier on the back on his horse than with his normal chores.<br/>“Why don’t we just give him a tour? Show the young man how beautiful our country is.”