I watched in anger as the hostler led the palace mount, I'd been riding for the past week, out of the stables and then to the mounting block.
My eyes were glued to the saddle and the horse's back. There were two pads on the top left side of it. The top pad was for supporting the right leg and the bottom kept the left leg in place. Together the pads were supposed to rent the female from falling out of the absurd side saddle. I glowered at it.
"Miss Adamare," the hostler said softly. I turned my glare on him.
"Why did you not settle her properly?" I asked coolly. The hostler's face became confused.
"I-she-the saddle is on properly." He protested.
"Maybe, but that is not the saddle I requested. Please go put a proper saddle on her." I retorted. That hostler looked around wildly.
"I-I can't" he said finally, lowering his crimson face.
I put my hands on my hips, "Why not?"
I heard a horse ride up beside me.
