Unfortunately, Satin didn't learn anything from the stablehands, so she reluctantly assumed Fury had been correct. His claims were supported by how the stablehands wouldn't intervene when he mounted her in the pasture outside. But thankfully, they were eventually separated for the night.
"My Prince," a voice whispered. Satin woke up. Standing before her stall was a stablehand. His form suddenly shimmered, his new appearance looking eerily like Anya. "My name is Yevgeney. I am Anya's older brother. She warned me her amulet might not have allowed you to leave, though it should have kept you safe."
Yevgeney opened the door to Satin's stall. Satin looked over at Fury.
"Do not worry. I cast a sleeping charm upon him. And to make sure you are not missed, well, I will not explain exactly who your double once was." Yevgeney brought over a mare that looked just like Satin. Satin and the new Satin swapped places. "Now for your disguise. I think you deserve to be a stallion again." Yevgeney raised his hands. Nothing happened. "Ah. You are with foal." At this point, Satin would be surprised if she wasn't. "In that case, the best I can do is change your breed."
Satin was enveloped in a warm light. When it cleared, she was no longer an Arabian of the highest pedigree, but a basic walking breed used for travel by commoners. She was disgruntled to have lost her noble bearing, though she recognized her new breed would not draw the attention her former one would.
"Your name is now Penny," Yevgeney said. "A more common name, befitting a more common breed." He waved a hand. Satin, now Penny, could see her was getting visibly tired, his face shiny with sweat. Clearly, this much magic was taxing on him. A basic saddle and bridle appeared on her. Yevgeney mounted her. He dug his heels into her sides. Like the riding horse she now was, Penny set off.
She could feel Yevgeney's exhaustion, but he stayed alert, guiding her to their destination. Wherever that was.