Three large birds landed near the walls of Boston in the vacant lot designed for the flying beasts. Two handsome, well-dressed guys jumped off the fearsome falcon. The menagerie workers hurried to greet the important guests and provided them with the best mounts, following orders from above.
«What a shit hole... Can't they afford a decent barrier? It's the capital after all! Why the hell should we drag to the palace on these half-dead mares?» – Roman grumbled.
«Run home and cry to mummy.» – Rose waved him off, gracefully mounting the white-maned horse. The blond guy on the elegant horse looked like a prince from fairy tales, every girls' dream, especially in their younger years.