Spook
The horses neighed at the sound of footsteps coming inside the stables. A man carrying a sack approached another who was petting the beautiful mane of a horse that has been separated from the others.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" the one stroking the horse uttered, his fingers enjoying the softness of its hair.
The second man bowed, acknowledging the first man's statement. Before offering the sak to him.
He opened the bag, a soft hiss rattled the horse immediately. It started neighing loudly, and the man stroking her mane distanced himself from her fence.
"It gets spooked by snakes," the man holding the sack remarked while the other smirked.
"That would do. Be sure you won't get caught, though. If you do, you will be on your own."
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Sweat trickled down Ysabel's face as she crossed the courtyard. The nobles had been gathered a few minutes before she was called from her bed chamber.