The field became noisy again as people banged the benchers, screamed, clapped and cheered for the horse and racer they were rooting for. I just sat down, not moving, just using my eyes to observe my surroundings. A servant served the alpha, and then he served the other nobles. My eyes lingered on him as he took the cup to his lips and took a small sip.
The next second, he turned to me, and I looked away towards the racers. Heca seemed to be leading the track. Onyx, on the other hand, well, he was the last, but I did not really care. I placed a bet, but it does not mean I truly wanted to. I would be happy with anyone that won. I was not picky.
A whistle was blown as Heca crossed the finish line, indicating the winner. “Heca, first round,” the announcer stated, raising the hand of the rac
