Let her walk?
From Create Your Own Story
"Very well." You sigh softly at the thought of Carla clearly disobeying you but patience will win its way through.
Having expect for you to actually strike her Carla's eye brow raises gently as you start the horse to a light trot till it pulls on her hands till the chain becomes taunt dragging her forward forcing her forward.
"Not going to hit me? Paddle me across your knee?" Carla questions angrily.
"Hmm? No, unless you want me to. Didn't think you were into paddling." You joke with a smug grin leaving her to growl.
"No, you fucker!" Carla hisses as you make a mental note to clean that filthy mouth of hers.
"Ah well, I suppose that's unfortunate." With a shrug you continue down the dirt road.
The setting sun is hovering over the edge of the mountain range as you approach the the small village that lays to the east of your home. Its a quaint little village with commoners a plenty, shops and a market, a pretty typical town as far as you are concerned yet you find yourself here on business. With the lowering sun you know that your work will have to wait till tomorrow, had Carla not slowed you down you could have been well done by this point and resting at a friends estate on the edge of town but these roads are not safe at night.
"Hmm... it looks as though we will have to stay at an inn...." A slight disgust fills your voice at the thought of having to stay in such a hovel.
"A night without a goose down bed and your warm milk is too much for you?" Carla mocks from in front of you with a swift flip of her hair in mockery.
"Hush now." You order leaving Carla to scuttle off with a low laugh.
Opening the wooden door you sigh softly seeing the simple looking bed resting off in the corner of the room. Coming in from behind you Carla shuts the door a tad louder than need be causing you to turn about towards her.
"I suppose this will do." You shrug towards her.
"You sure you wouldn't like a bed made from the finest silks?" Carla questions gently before coming to rest in a chair next to a small table.
"We really need to work on that mouth of yours." You tap your foot with disdain towards her.
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