Chapter 5

He barely managed to stand straight before dropping to his knees like his strings got cut.

The towel around him was hanging by a thread, showing way more than anyone needed to see.

I held a hand over my eyes, chin tilted up with plain disdain. "Alright, spill it. What's this about?

"You gonna make me a national champion? And you're handing out the Wyncoll's best horse like it's nothing?

"Who the hell are you, anyway?"

He was sweating bullets, voice shaking. "My Lady, I swear I had no idea it was you! If I'd known, I never would've dared—not…