Not to be predictable, but it has to be this one!
"I’ve never been in love, but I know that I love you, because what else can love possibly feel like?”
Kristopher nodded, adjusting his fingers on the reins as he spoke. “On the count of three, then. One, tw-“ And suddenly Fallon was flying past him, Alena stepping up into a near gallop. “Your Majesty!” Kris sputtered, kicking Phillip into a gallop behind her.
However, even Phillip’s speed was not enough to best Fallon’s head start. She slowed Alena to a stop in the clearing, laughing. “Good girl, Alena. We beat them.” She heard hoof beats as Kristopher and Phillip arrived, less than a minute behind. “Oh look, it appears the boys finally caught up.”
The Prince dismounted, scowling. “You cheated,” he said, crossing his arms. “The race was set to begin on three.”
Fallon dismounted as well, pulling a treat for Alena from her pocket. “You never said it was to be a fair race,” she said, grinning.
“That should have been implied when I said a race!” Kristopher half-shouted.
Fallon turned back to Alena to hide her grin. “I suppose I must have misunderstood, then.” She raised a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.
Kris tethered Phillip to a tree, grumbling as he did so. When he was finished, he turned back to her, composure mostly regained. “Well then, I suppose my preparations have been in vain. There is no point in giving out prizes in an unfair race, is there?”
“Prizes? You said nothing of prizes!” Fallon whirled around, but Kris was already disappearing into the clearing. Now it was his turn to hide a grin.