This entry is part 25 of 25 in the series
CurrentCyn didn’t remember her birth parents. Her earliest memory though, had been of Laurel taking her from the arms of one of her ladies-in-waiting and sitting her on the saddle n front of her. From that day onward, Cyn had loved riding.
She had never thought of horses as anything scary. That was changing.
By the dying light of the camp fire, she saw movement in her peripheral vision: another packhorse she hadn’t seen earlier. For the first time she r...
Published on August 11, 2013 21:01