You loved horses, sure. But the only thing that irritated you was the other rider that seemingly always managed to one up you with everything you did. Piaffe? you stood no chance.

Racing? Don’t make him laugh.

The only thing you didn’t hate about him was how well he treated his horse. The friesian always looked flawless and well fed. She was an absolute sweetheart, always nosey or curious whenever you walked by the pasture, usually nudging you or following you around until you gave her a treat or a quick pat on the neck.

Her owner was an absolute nightmare to deal with, though. You both managed to hate eachother with a fiery passion.

Today was no different. Simon had cut you off in the arena, scoffing at how messy your piaffe was. What a joke.

“Starting to think you don’t know how to train a damn horse.” He softly clicked his tongue, easing his horse into a smooth trot.