"Come on boy!" Soren jumped to his feet, alongside other spectators, clapping his hands vigorously. "Faster! Faster!" he yelled like the horse would hear his voice and dash for the finish line.
The brown stallion galloped as fast as it could, but it was still in third place. After it crossed the final bend, two other stallions overtook him.
Soren grunted in frustration, "There goes twenty gold coins!". He returned to his seat.
There was a sudden uproar in the crowd, they looked down from the private box and saw a few men fighting.
"Benefits of being friends with the crown prince," Draven chuckled.
"We get to watch from the safety of the private box, away from the peasants and fowl smell," Soren teased.
"Well that was fun," Lucien snorted.
"I told you so," Soren's face lit up in a bright smile.
"But not as fun as watching you lose," Lucien said and Draven broke out into laughter.
