“What did you think of the wedding Isabella?” Mary asked me. Mary was the
kindest of all her brothers and sisters, Alexander hated Isabella, being the
outcome of an adulterous night.
“L like the brides dress” l spat out and Mary nodded.
“L liked her dress too” said Mary smiling at me.
Mary was my closest friend in the world apart from her father and Silvia.
“Want to come for a ride?” she asked me.
“Yes” l replied sweetly ever too eager to go on a ride with Mary.
“Then let’s go then” Mary suggested. Me and Mary walked down to the royal
stables and got our horses. L got a pony because l was only four and Mary got a
horse because she was twenty. My pony was white and was called Marabella as l
had named her myself. Marys horse was named Kathy and was a big black
stallion. My father only allowed me to ride a pony, until l was ten and when l was
ten l could ride my first horse so l was stuck with Marabella for the time being.
Though l would miss her when l turned ten. We trotted towards this waterfall and
had a break there.
“That was a good ride wasn’t it?” asked Mary.
“Yes” l replied patting Marabellas mane. We tied up our beasts to the trees and
wet our feet in the water of the waterfall.