26

The morning air was crisp and cool, with a slight breeze blowing through the trees. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting long shadows across the grassy plains they rode through. The sound of hooves hitting the ground echoed through the stillness, punctuated by the occasional chirp of a bird or rustle of leaves.

Magnus and Derek rode on their horses, flanked by two of Magnus' men. The air was crisp and cool, and the only sounds were the clopping of the horses' hooves and the rustle of the wind in the trees. Derek felt tense and uneasy, knowing that Magnus was not only his potential future father-in-law but also his enemy's enemy.

They rode in silence for what seemed like an eternity, neither man willing to break the ice. Derek could feel Magnus' eyes on him, scrutinizing him. He shifted uncomfortably in his saddle, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.

Finally, Magnus spoke up. "So, Derek, how long have you known my daughter?"

Derek cleared his throat