Ida curled her hands into fists, just about ready to say something but Sierra held her back. She too wanted to give Agnes a piece of her mind. But that was not the top priority right now.
"Sierra, use my horse instead," Myra offered as she tried to stuff her horse's reins into Sierra's hands.
"What? Myra no, I can't do that," Sierra replied as she shook her head.
She appreciated the kindness Myra had shown her, but she could not do that to her. She just needed to find another solution. She simply needed another horse. Sierra glanced over to the spectator stands. She wondered if any of the nobles would be willing to lend her a helping hand.
But none of them seemed interested in her. As she looked through the spectator stand, Sierra noticed Roxine and Alistair seemed to be in a discussion. While she would have loved for either of their assistance, Sierra knew full well she could not accept it even if they offered it.
