Chapter 153: The missing horses.
What Lettice York had not counted on when she was scheming was that there was an even greater schemer in the area, a predator at the top of her game.
She had blurted out that Edward and Bella were horses and after breakfast, the crown princess who had not bothered to reveal the lies insisted that see the horses.
Lettice had barely had a bite of breakfast, she had been too nervous to eat, and now, she had the urge to throw up the three spoons of oatmeal which she had forced herself to swallow at the table.
Roland, the Thorin’s, many knights and maids were standing in the meadow, looking at a dozen horses. If it had been any other part of the meadow, she could have pointed at any two horses and claimed they were the ones but they were at a section of the meadow that she specified, one where only magic horses fed and rested.
They were of a spiritual nature so if one called them by the right name, they responded. There was no Edward or Bella, how could Lettice call out those names? She knew that shame was waiting for her at he end of the tunnel.
"I don’t feel so well." She touched her stomach and made some mournful noises as if she was in untold pain.
Jennie had already grown impatient, they had been in the meadow for ten minutes now and the loving pair of horses had not been pointed out. She had her camera ready to take pictures that she would show to all of her friends back in the city. She was annoyed because Lettice was wasting her time.
"Which is why you should show us the special couple and be on your way." She napped her fingers impatiently. "Hurry up now, we don’t have all day. We are supposed to take a walk around the village and explore it. At this rate, we will be standing here all day."
Lettice felt moisture increase in the pits of her arms and on her forehead. It was cold outside but she was sweating as if she was standing under a furnace.
"Call the horses." Sigrid ordered her maids.
Immediately, the maids who were eager to take down Lettice started calling out the two names, taking turns.