Megan’s heart is beating a mile a minute. She only did this once and that was to ask if she could live in the flame kingdom or be close to it so that her child can learn things from them if possible. Not that she lived there long enough for her to start going to school. They stop at a respectable distance from each other. Megan looked up at them all. Two brown horses are a bit smaller than the black one with white crown markings on their foreheads. The other two are grey with darker gray spots unevenly over their bodies. “I am Megan, we are here to represent our Queen, Kay Vakatow,” Megan bows her head and looks back up at them again. The black stallion is trying very hard not to hear what his brain is shouting at him: “Mate”.
He already promised himself to someone else. They even have a
