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Even though I’ve been at sss Academy for a bit, I have yet to master my riding class. A lot of that is due to the fact that I’ve been competing for Zeus’s crown.
The few classes that I’ve attended I’ve spent on the sidelines, watching the Amazons, like Rada and Lilliana, be outright badasses. Meanwhile, I cast forlorn glances at Whiskey, while he side-eyes me like he’s secretly plotting a prison break.
Rada has a mount she’s trained since childhood, but for the purposes of the competition, that mare is sitting out while Rada trains the stallion she captured in her trial—Madathan. He’s an impressive dappled gray, and Rada keeps bragging that he’s eighteen hands. I nod and try to look impressed even though I have no idea what that means.
The riding class—Bareback Ride & Shoot—had me s
