The location for the Imperial Hunt scene was a sprawling private estate on the outskirts of the city, rented by the studio for its rolling green hills and dense forests.
It was 6:00 AM. The air was crisp, smelling of pine needles and horse manure.
Aria stood by the temporary stables, dressed in a streamlined version of her Consort costume—black riding leathers with gold embroidery, knee-high boots, and her hair tied back in a severe, high ponytail. She looked like she was ready to lead an army, not just ride a horse.
"Miss Vale," the animal wrangler, a gruff man named Pete, approached her leading a massive black stallion. "This is Obsidian. He's a bit spirited today. If you're not comfortable, we have a stunt double."
Aria looked at the horse. His coat was sleek as oil, but his eyes were rolling, showing the whites. He was tossing his head, his hooves stamping the ground nervously. He was sweating, despite the cool morning air.
