"The horse might die with its baby,"
Arianna momentarily glanced at the two women a few paces away, speaking in worried tones, before continuing her work.
"Oh dear, and that’s one of the King’s favorite horses. There are barely any healers at the palace right now."
Her interest was piqued.
Arianna snapped her attention back to them. The King’s favorite horse?
Ignore them, Arianna. It’s none of your business, her mind whispered.
But as she continued working, her mind remained restless, her conscience eating her up for no damn good reason until she finally gave up. Before she knew it, she was heading to the barn.
The white horse lay on the floor, neighing painfully, its blood staining the soil as three healers tried to help the foal out.
Arianna's eyes assessed the situation for a mo
