Samsul led his horse to follow Anastasia and hers, making their way to entrance of the stables. He easily pulled himself up onto his horse and grabbed the reins, smiling at the princess as she asked for a race. He would give her a head start, since he knew that his horse was much larger and faster than the one she rode. He wasn't sure about how much of a start he would give her, but he wanted to give her a chance against him. He nodded at Anastasia and motioned her forward. "I will allow you to start early, but this means that I will not hold back when me and Salmnir get started." As he remembered, it had been the first time in a while that he had actually called his horse by it's name. Salmnir moved it's head a little at the mentioning of it's name and looked at the other, smaller horse.