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      Saddle this one! She exclaimed, almost clapping her hands in delight.

      The old man served in the royal stable as a groom for many years, almost all his life. And as often happens with old faithful servants, he could afford what other servants could not even imagine. For example, protest this lady. He furrowed his brows in displeasure.

      No way. The old man answered not quite.

      Poitier furrowed her eyebrows. Trying to make her look as strict as possible and giving herself a special menacingness, she stamped her foot.

      Didn’t you hear what you were ordered?! Or are you deaf?!

      His Highness the Prince has ordered you to saddle any horse I please!

      I tell you saddle this one! And don’t argue with me! Diana was indignant.

      But it seems that the old servant of the royal stable did not want to surrender without a fight.

      I tell you madam, you can’t saddle this. He sighed, trying to get rid of her like an annoying fly.

      This time, her eyebrows moved even more on the bridge of her nose. The old man, seeing that the lady was not going to retreat, sighed.

      It is impossible, madam, because this is a stallion of His Highness Prince Henry. He only hunts on it and drives. The old man tried the last try.

      Okay, I understand. Irritated, Poitiers added. Trying to pretend not to lose this battle to the malevolent old groom.

      Okay, then I’ll pick another horse to hunt, she didn’t quit.

      Now saddle this one. I want to ride it now

      But the old man was clearly not going to surrender.

      Not as bad as it gets, madam.

      He is not accustomed to the female saddle.

      With malice and undisguised malice, he added as if he had already won this difficult battle. She shot him with narrowed eyes like arrows and added with even greater malice in her voice.

      And you saddle man! Gloomy, she sang.

      What are you talking about, madam! The old man was taken aback.

      This is how!

      Would you like to ride like a man?!

      Not decent, after all, God have mercy on you, madam! As if he didn’t believe her, the unfortunate groom cried out.

      Yes, and you will die, you madam, by God! It’s a gray devil, not a stallion! Only his Highness the Prince is dealing with him! After all, this devil does not admit anyone else.

      You will die, and then I will answer. The old man lamented. Trying with the last bit of strength to reason with Poitiers.

      Saddle up! Told you! Poitiers screamed, losing her temper and making a formidable face.

      Rejoicing in my soul that such a difficult battle with the groom will end in her favor. The old man finally gave up and went to get the saddle.

      And where did you come from on my head. The old man muttered under his breath, putting the saddle on the handsome gray man.

      Kill you!

      Oh, kill yourself!

      Answer me.

      The groom whined.

      The stallion was, indeed, too big and powerful for a woman, but Poitiers did not stop it.She sat down in the men’s saddle and took the reins in her hands. The stallion nervously walked from side to side, rustling with displeasure and menacingly flaring his nostrils, exhaling air like a fire-breathing dragon. He reared up from such an unheard-of impudence of a stranger. He reared up once more, trying to get rid of her. But, by the way, Poitiers was an excellent rider and he did not succeed. Then he rushed forward like a bullet through the fields adjacent to the stables. The stallion simply carried it. She did not control him at all, and he did not obey her at all, no matter how hard she tried to pull on the reins.

      He was strong, and seemed not to feel it, or rather did not want to obey her. Diana tried to stop him, but he did not obey her. She grabbed the horse with her legs, pressing against him and grabbing his scruff, trying to stay on the galloping horse. She realized that her idea was stupid. But, it was too late to think about it. All she could do now was try not to break her neck. Hoping that soon he will run over and stop himself. Scolding himself in their hearts for not listening to the old man.

      Finally, breathing freedom and a quick run, the smoky one calmed down and stopped. Diana congratulated herself on being still alive and not breaking her neck. She patted the animal on the neck, and he shook his head, snorting contentedly. Surprised, it seems that she is still here.

      Well, finally!

      That’s great! She spoke to the stallion. Stroking his smooth neck.

      You almost killed me bastard!

      She patted him again, giving him the pre-cooked sugar cube. The stallion snorted, but did not refuse the delicacy, and, snorting more favorably, allowed her to remain on horseback. It took some time, she enjoyed the ride. The stallion calmed down, as if having tested her for strength with his frantic run, no longer tried to throw her off. He instantly understood her every touch and all her commands. A light touch of the foot was enough, it was enough, it was easy to pull on the reins and he immediately understood everything, not trying to obey anymore. He seemed to like Poitiers in the end, and he snorted contentedly when she stroked his neck. It was undoubtedly a magnificent and intelligent animal. She was so carried away by the ride that she did not notice how Heinrich appeared from somewhere, riding a red stallion. Undoubtedly, just as gorgeous, but still inferior in everything, smoky. Heinrich soon caught up with her. Its smoky scent smelled its master and neighed happily, welcoming him. Heinrich rode up close to her.

      Diana dear. Heinrich smiled.

      You seem to have taken my stallion, he said.

      She put on an innocent smile.

      I really couldn’t resist.

      I hope you will forgive me? She said. Making an innocent face and portraying a cute angel.

      You ride in a men’s saddle, too. He added, grinning.

      This is not terribly decent.

      Don’t you know?

      His eyes flashed mischievously and his smile widened.

      Looking

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