Fifty
Prince Cadoc
With Spring, there came the arrival of one of my favorite hobbies. Polo. For as long as I could remember, I’d been playing the game. I’d gotten my first horse when I was four, a pony, before graduating to a mare, and then a stallion when I turned thirteen. Towards the end of May, we had what was called The Golden Classic. It raised money for charity, for the children’s hospital. I competed every, single year.
This year was special. Bexley was attending, as my consort. She’d sit with my family, next to Queen Althea, King Ashford, and Princess Arwen. My Mother, Father, and sister. In the stable, Bexley came to see me as I was getting ready. She wore a pink skirt, white blouse, and a white hat with gloved hands.
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