Cinderella's POV

"Let's go," Arthur said, holding onto the reins of his horse, which had dark brown coat. He didn't have gaudy ornaments decorating his horse (besides, jewelry probably weighs the horse down).

Come to think of it, I didn't really see him dress up as a prince. He was a modest gentleman. Just the way I liked him. He was a very cute gentleman as a child.

"Okay then," I said, following him out. I had changed back to my maid outfit and tried to return the dress. Long story short, Arthur just took the dress from me and placed it in a box, tied it up, and gave it to me.

"Interesting horse," I told him when we were several meters away from the castle.

"She's a Friesian breed," he answered. "A fast breed from Europe, and one of the oldest breed."

"Her? What's her name?"

"Isabella. What's your horse's name?"

"Kathy. A female horse. She's an Irish Draught breed."

"Then she's probably skilled in leaping and galloping," he said thoughtfully.

"Yeah. Want to see which one is faster, Isabella or yours?"

"You're on." We pulled our horses to a stop.

"Ready..."

"Get set..."

"Go!" At Arthur's yell, both horses took off, both leaving behind a trail of dust (well yeah. It wasn't a paved road you know).

(Author-chan here. Skipping the horse race...)

"Well, I did train her to be fast," Arthur said, grinning at his win. Yup, I lost.

"That, I saw," I admitted. "But next time, we'll win right, Katy?" She whined in response.

"Anyways, want me to take care of Isabella for you?" I offered, patting Katy.

"No, it's fine. I'l be leave soon," he declined.

We dismounted out horses, and before I could lead Katy into the stables, Arthur grabbed my arm to stop me.

"If you want to say something, just say it," I told him.

"...Cinderella, even though it's been only three nights that we've been reunited...will you...