Cailina mounted her horse with ease, she steadied herself and held onto the reins with surety. She glanced at her attendant as Macielle handed her gloves.
The ring that she always wore was temporarily removed from her fingers. She gave a look at Fione as she didn't want her father's gift lost.
Emmalyn smiled as she let herself basked under the warmth of the sun. She was confident that her win was at hand. The moment that she would shine above the favored one neared, and it would be a crushing defeat for Cailina.
"The rules are simple, ladies..."
Her charming voice rang and caught the attention of the participants. Cailina looked at Emmalyn with a blank expression as the latter continued with her speech.
"The first one to finish is the winner."
Her words made Cailina narrow her eyes. She was suspicious of how vague Emmalyn was and perhaps the latter might have thought that the noble ladies would give her an easy way towards the end.
