Lindsey POV
The air was fraught with tension. Girls were glaring hard at one another, as the grooms rushed to serve them and find each of us a horse. I stood patiently at the back, Ricardo beside me while the other girls were more impatient, jostling each other and some of them even shoving each other in an attempt to get their mounts first before the King arrived.
"I want the best horse you have" declared Isabella to a groom who looked a bit nonplussed. I mean what constituted the best? The fastest, the best looking, the largest? The groom looked confused and I didn't blame him.
"Me too" chimed in Renae
"Us too" chimed in several other girls, glaring at Renae and Isabella.
Ricardo rolled his eyes. I said nothing as a groom quietly led a horse toward me. I recognized that it was a
