“The only place I can think of that could house her is the Running Winds Riding School,” the leader of the royalist group said.
“A riding school?” said a different man. “She cannot be ridden, she is pregnant!”
“There are no other options,” the leader said. “She will fit in well with the other fine horses there. They only instruct nobility on horse riding. Once she gives birth, she can be ridden.” Anya fumed silently. A riding school? She was no common horse with the purpose of instructing snobby noble children on riding! Just as she decided to run away from the group of men, she felt a contraction. She was going to give birth. Anya resigned herself to the riding school. Her priority was to keep the former Prince safe, even if it meant humiliating herself a bit.
“The school is just down the road,” another man said. They looped a halter and lead onto Anya, then led her down the road. Anya’s contractions became more frequent and stronger as they walked. By the time they arrived at Running Winds Riding School, she knew her time was near. The leader went to the main office to speak to the man running the school, while the other men brought her to a small paddock.
Anya couldn’t hold it off any longer. She laid on her side and began to push. The man who had first calmed her knelt beside her, speaking soothingly. Anya felt grateful for the man’s calm demeanor while she experienced pain she had never felt before. After what felt like hours, the former Prince finally emerged. Anya carefully licked the foal clean, silently noting that the former Prince had returned to the male sex; the foal was a colt, not a filly. Other than that, the colt looked exactly as Sassy had. A beautiful, pure black.
The leader returned with the owner of the riding school.
“She gave birth already?” the leader asked. The owner of the riding school looked at Anya and her foal.
“Both are incredibly fine horses,” he remarked.
“So?” the leader prompted. “Will you take them in?”