Margaret:
The air whipped past my face in blinding speed, causing me to hug the sides of the horse, hitting it with the reins until it slowed down to a minimum pause, in front of the house.
I got down quickly, staring at the beast that had tried to throw me off.
" Is anything the matter, my queen?" The stable boy said, running over to where I stood, looking at its clean black coat.
" Yes. Something is the matter. why the hell would you let me take a beast that has zero self control for a run? The stupid horse tried to throw me off a good number of times! Is this your pathetic method of trying to kill me?" I accused even though I knew he was not the type to plan a coup against me.
He was too...timid.
His eyes widened at my accusations and the words seemed to get caught in his throat.
