~ Thirty - Season III ~

My eyes widened as I watched everything unfold.

The horse had a light brown body. Its mane, legs, tail and snout were a darker shade of brown. A white line traced down from its forehead down to its nose.

In the manner that it behaved, the horse came from the mountains. And those horses were not used to other creatures other than their own kind.

I looked into its eyes. It was in panic, horrified that a rope held it back.

“My deepest apologies for the ruckus, Your Highness,” Lord Cyrus knelt before me. He continued, “This horse still needs more time to be trained.”

My eyes reverted back to the horse when I heard a whip. As its tip landed on the horse’s arse, it immediately screamed in pain. It stood and swung its legs in the air and the caretakers ducked for their lives. It didn’t calm down. Its frantic actions only worsened.

My heart broke as I saw it all. Laura’s grip on me tightened and I knew we felt the same agony.

I lightly squeezed her hand before I broke away from her.

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