Caspian's POV
After making sure Bella wasn't hurt, I slipped away without a word.
The moment I found out she'd be competing, I had her horse swapped out for one of mine. No way was I leaving anything to chance.
The stallion from my stables wasn't just any horse—it was smart, trained to read people's intentions like a book.
When it picked up on Ivy's vicious move, it struck back on instinct.
"Prince Caspian, you're a damn genius!" Elias practically bounced with excitement, giving me an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
He deliberately slowed his pace, clearly stalling. "If you hadn't switched out Miss Fairfax's horse ahead of time, God knows what would've happened!"
Elias kept craning his neck, looking back toward the arena.
I could practically hear his thoughts spinning. Miss Fairfax's sharp as a whip. How hasn't she noticed she's riding a different horse? It's been ages, and she still hasn't come after us.
