Well, the rumors were true. Andrew was definitely extremely handsome. I just was, honestly, more interested in the magnificent horse he was holding.

What made me a little more interested in Andrew was when he proved to be a very skilled horseman as well. When the stallion began to misbehave, rearing and trying to fight the halter and lead to get to the mare, Andrew turned the massive beast around immediately. He forced him away from Hecate, using the chain on the halter on his nose, chastising the stallion like a naughty child.

The stallion seemed to calm, his obscene erection flagging a little, as Andrew led him away for a walk while he learned his lesson. I got it loud and clear: naughty stallions got no access to mares, especially fidgety ones named Hecate! I hoped the big stallion got it through his giant head (both of them) too!

I saw Hecate begin to tense, continuing to wink her personals at us, and she squirted more urine. The energy filling the room was palpable. Andrew eventually returned with the big stallion, talking to him gently, telling him to be good. He let him sniff Hecate’s neck first, keeping the wooden barrier between their legs.

I didn’t understand, just watched as the stable hand watched Hecate. After a moment he looked to a second stable hand I hadn’t noticed earlier, who gave a hand signal. “No strikes, tail to the side, and she’s winking,” the first stable hand informed Andrew, who was watching the horses closely.

Andrew nodded. “Good, bring her forward, 20 degree approach from hind. Any small trouble and I’ll move him back while you put a twitch on her.” What?

The first stable hand moved Hecate out of the wooden stocks, and Andrew let the stallion approach her, as he had said, somewhat from the back. Everyone held their breath when the poor fool decided to visually inspect her nethers at great length before making an attempt; I was afraid he was going to get his idiot face kicked in!

But suddenly, the big oaf went for it! Oh my gosh, was it even in the right hole? It was so quick! Hecate seemed to tolerate it, overall, and the stallion looked really completely thrilled. It couldn’t have taken very long before I saw the stallion’s tail-head bobbing and he made a rather comical chuffing noise. I was scandalized and titillated, never having seen something so incredibly primal.

I accidentally looked at Andrew during the process and had an indecent thought. It made me realize, maybe, why he was so famously handsome. Luckily, the stable was not extremely well lit, I’m sure my then burning face wasn’t too obvious…

Once the stallion dismounted, Andrew quickly walked off with him, telling him sweet, encouraging things about what a fine fellow he was, how well he’d done, and calling him strange little pet names. The first stable hand was similarly telling Hecate she was a wonderful princess and a good, little girl. I couldn’t help but think that she really wasn’t little at all!

Whereas the stallion was clearly buying into all the saccharine baby-talk, Hecate looked like a little bit more of a realist, only grudgingly accepting some kind of cookie or treat. Boy, did I know how she felt! I, too, was getting used as a reproductive pawn! At least her mate was an incredible specimen! Not that Andrew wasn’t… Um. I needed to focus.

I followed the older lady up to the second stable hand. More correctly, I followed her up to the older gentlemen who I had initially taken to be a stable hand. On closer inspection, he was very clearly a house servant stuffed in clothes suitable for the day’s activities. Though he was clearly out of his element, with his pocket watch and fine spectacles, he still had a very friendly manner.

I wasn’t sure what the rules of the house were, so I stood back and listened. I learned that Andrew had no official appointments booked. I read between the lines of their conversation, and it became apparent that Andrew was tired of making time to socialize with prospective brides. I snorted in disgust. Forget about social convention, that was ridiculous! I interrupted with a tone that brooked no argument.

“You can tell that pompous asshole that he can make the time to meet with me, as he has no plans, or my family will be leaving, as there’s no damned point for us being here otherwise, is there? If I’m just going to be dismissed routinely, don’t waste my-“

My skin turned to ice when I heard Andrew start talking directly around a bend of the stables. “-Of course.” I turned, and he quickly came into view, wearing a perfectly neutral expression. “(Y/N), I presume?”

I was so completely horrified, so mortified, I could say nothing. I just nodded and curtsied, staring at Andrew’s boots and gritting my teeth, paralyzed with terror.

He surprised me again. “I am Andrew Biersack; it is my pleasure to have you as a guest in my home, (Y/N).” Then he bowed his head, taking my hand and kissing it with mechanical perfection.

He held out his arm for me to take. “Please gift me with your company for the afternoon?” It was a gesture that should have been romantic, but his careful, bland tone told me that Andrew felt forced, just as I did. Perhaps he was desperate? Maybe he had turned down one too many brides?

Regardless, I decided that now was the time to learn what I could about the famously handsome Andrew Biersack. I nodded and took his arm, and he led me towards a shady garden near the stables.

Notes

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