When we got to the stable, I was smiling like a clown as I watched him go check on the horse. He seems to have noticed that I wasn't telling the truth about the horse being in labor right from time.
"I think she lost the baby," I pressed my lips together when he didn't stop staring at me. He shook his head before saying,
"The horse wasn't pregnant, my queen. It's male,"
I bit my tongue and chuckled, walking over to where he stood beside the horse, I asked,
"You know that very well, why did you come along with me?"
His fingers were caressing the horse and I wished for a moment there if I could be that horse. He didn't reply to my question for a while. I watched him keenly before saying again,
"Godfrey,"
"My queen, can we not do this? I am not interested. I don't even like you,"
