What Lettice York had not counted on when she was scheming was that there was an even greater schemer in the area, a predator at the top of her game.
She had blurted out that Edward and Bella were horses and after breakfast, the crown princess who had not bothered to reveal the lies insisted that see the horses.
Lettice had barely had a bite of breakfast, she had been too nervous to eat, and now, she had the urge to throw up the three spoons of oatmeal which she had forced herself to swallow at the table.
Roland, the Thorin's, many knights and maids were standing in the meadow, looking at a dozen horses. If it had been any other part of the meadow, she could have pointed at any two horses and claimed they were the ones but they were at a section of the meadow that she specified, one where only magic horses fed and rested.
