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Chapter 18

The King approached her. “I always knew you were spoiled, but for you to have never mounted a horse. If you expect to sit in a carriage with your ass on a velvet cushion, then forget about it!”

Ayla tried to reason with the King. “I will slow everyone down.”

“I am aware, and I am already starting to regret taking you with me. Gorn, bring me her horse.”

The Paladin brought a chestnut mare.

“Then let me stay in the palace. I will work and....” Ayla said fast.

King Rhobart chimed in. “Work? You? You can’t even sew, not even if your life depends on it.”

Ayla blinked. Did Galian tell King Rhobart how useless she was? That no matter how much she tried and practiced, her attempts to embroider looked worse than those of a five-year-old child? Her grandma had Ayla sew so much that she now hated doing it. But it still hurt to know how little the King thought of her. But damn if she would let the King show how much his words hurt her.

The King kept speaking. “
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