You walked closer and saw him brushing one of the horses. The moment he noticed you, he froze. Quick to a bow. “P–Princess! What an honor—ouch!” The brush slipped from his hand and landed on his foot. He winced, scrambling to grab it. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, though a crooked smile betrayed his panic, half-apologizing, half-joking.
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