Felix's face contorted with fury as security approached. Suddenly, he held up his hand, stopping them in their tracks.
"Wait," he called out, his voice carrying across the riding grounds. "If Mrs. Sterling is such an accomplished rider, perhaps she'd care to prove it?"
I stiffened beside Arthur. The entire crowd had gone silent, all eyes fixed on us.
"This is ridiculous," Arthur growled. "Security, remove him."
But Felix was already backing away, his lips curled into a malicious smile. "What's the matter, Elara? Afraid to show everyone what you're really capable of? Or was that just a lucky save?"
"Don't engage with him," Arthur murmured, his hand protective at my waist. "He's trying to provoke you."
I knew Arthur was right, but something inside me snapped. Years of being belittled, of hiding my abilities to avoid drawing attention—all of it bubbled to the surface.
"What exactly are you proposing, Felix?" I asked, my voice steady.
