The Girl and her Pony: Magical Adventures & Pony Tales Book 3 by Angharad Thompson Rees

Author:Angharad Thompson Rees
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little Whimsey Press

A Right Royal Friendship

Franny’s eyes streamed, not just with the speed with which she ran into the wind, but also from the tears falling with the heartbreaking thought of being without her pony. Her chest heaved as though her heart was rattling in her ribcage and on the verge of escaping her chest. But she did not stop running.

‘Father! Father!’ she called, upon reaching the gate.

He held the red halter in his hands, inside which was Sonnet’s wary head.

Father’s eyes glistened as he wiped them with a hanky. Franny had never seen him cry before. Standing beside Father and her pony was a little girl. She was about the same size as Franny, but she had hair the colour of summer corn, sleek and long and neat. She wore a dress with frills and lace the same shade as autumn skies. And although her face was pretty, her features were tight and haughty, making her look decidedly sour and spoilt.

‘You can take that horrid red halter off my pony at once, and give her this,’ said the summer-haired girl, holding out a gleaming leather halter. She was, as you may have guessed, the princess. But she was not the only member of royalty present. In fact, the entire royal parade was assembled around Franny’s pony, including the king himself!

‘Sonnet is not your pony!’ Franny called out, with no curtsy or bow of her head whatsoever towards the royal parade. She marched towards Sonnet, who gave a gentle wicker when her girl came close.

‘Daddy!’ the princess yelled, pointing at Franny with a mean-looking finger. ‘Tell her Esmeralda is mine! And make the commoner curtsy before royalty!’

The king, although big and strong, shrank at his daughter’s command. He forced a tired, sympathetic smile towards Franny, but feeling the wrath of his daughter’s wants and ways, he did nothing but bow his head to the young girl.

‘This pony does not belong to you any longer, child. You will understand that it escaped from our grounds some time ago, and now it’s time we have it back. Please, you may pat it once more and say goodbye,’ said the king in a calm, soothing voice, which did not sooth Franny at all.

‘Sonnet is a she, not an it,’ Franny said under her breath.

The king put a finger to his lips, hushing his daughter who huffed, puffed, and tutted as Franny gave her final farewell.

You may have expected Franny to run towards her pony, but she wanted the goodbye to last as long as possible. She took slow, tentative steps. Franny was a bright girl and knew the king’s word would be final. There was no amount of tears or pleading that would change his, or more importantly, the princess’s mind. Besides, if Sonnet had indeed escaped from their lands, she knew rightfully she had to give her back. Father continued to wipe his eyes with a hanky, which was, by now, completely saturated with tears.

‘Oh, Sonnet!’ Franny whispered.

‘Esmeralda!’ the princess chirped tartly, which Franny ignored.

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