The Troll Queen's Bride
The Gallows Horse was well-muscled - but over his coat were white splotches in the shape of a skeleton, making a white-blue mask of his face.
"Grimnr! Sired by Sleipnir himself, gift of my father! Come here, you rascal, and meet my dear bride!" Jarnja hollered, and Heith gave a bright laugh, clacking her cup on her saucer. The horse whinnied, bucked, then licked Jarnja's palm where she had pulled an apple from her knapsack around her belt. Grimnr bit into the white flesh and smiled dreamily at me, nodding with jeweled eyes. The ghostly draft horse approached me tenderly, then nuzzled my outstretched hands.
"I think he likes me," I said quietly.
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