CHAPTER EIGHT
BREA
Brea could’ve stayed with the new ponies all day, but Master Arturo insisted she go back to the palace for lunch. She’d been there since dawn, not wanting to leave.
The stable boys—or men, she supposed since they weren’t very young—worked under the harsh eye of their Master. He hadn’t forgiven them for their antics three days ago.
She felt kind of sorry for them, but also thankful because their absence meant she got the coolest experience of her life.
She rode one of the horses back to the palace with Emmett trailing behind and passed the reins off to him after dismounting in the courtyard.
Her stomach rumbled, but she refused to go to the great hall for lunch. Her moms would be there, and she hadn’t spoken to them since they revealed her Fargelsian heritage withou
