Thankfully, in the chaos, no one paid them mind. They arrived at the warehouse, where Gareth quickly explained who they were. The Bravelles took the information in stride, though perhaps they were just anxious to get out of the city.
Before long, Jasper found herself being hitched to a wagon with Gareth. To her surprise, none of the equipment felt off or weird or unnatural, not even the bit that went in her mouth for the reins. It was as though her body held some instincts that would befit a real horse.
Jasper glanced at Gareth. She could feel her heat building up again. Pulling a wagon wasn't the only instinct her body came with.
Finally, the wagoneer, Styll Bravelle, flicked the reins.
"Giddyup, Duke and Duchess," Styll said. The horses obediently surged forward.
"Duke and Duchess?" Jasper whinnied.
"They had to come up with horse names for us," Gareth, now Duke, replied. Jasper, now Duchess, snorted.
"I suppose Duchess is more appropriate for a mare than Jasper."
As Duke had suspected, they were stopped at the gate and the wagon inspected. However, only Bravelles and dry goods were in the wagon. The rebels waved them on.
"Now that we have escaped, what is the plan?" Duchess whinnied.
"We are going to the kingdom of Estrellia. They have agreed to harbor us, thanks to one of your concubines being cousin to their king. Anya, the concubines, and other fleeing allies are headed there as well. Once everyone has gathered there in safety, we will begin our plan to take back the kingdom."
"Okay, but how are we going to get to Estrellia?" Duchess asked. Her desire was rising again, making her irritable to not have Duke inside her right now. Duke neighed.
"Not to worry, that has been determined as well."