"Yes, a loser stays a loser!" he said as he made his horse gallop past Anwen.
"I won't let it happen!" Anwen did the same to her horse. They took turns getting ahead of each other and mocked their opponent that making the competition even more intense.
Clouds of dust billowed as they passed the direction back to the starting line.
Woohoo!
"His Majesty is so excellent." The women who were in the place felt very fascinated seeing Rion riding so gallantly.
In the audience, a young man with blue eyes like sapphire gems was watching Anwen's figure closely. He was Kaven Carolus, the son of Duke Carolus, who was betrothed to Anwen.
"She is Princess Anwen. What a coincidence that you came here. This must be a sign that the two of you are indeed fated to be together. What do you think, Young Master?"
"What an attractive girl," Kaven mumbled subconsciously, which made the bodyguard sitting nearby tease him instantly.
