You stepped closer, the scent of hay and leather in the air. He brushed a horse in steady strokes—until he noticed you. His eyes went wide. “P–Prince! What an honor—” The brush slipped, smacking his foot. “Ow—ouch!” He scrambled to grab it, ears red. “S–sorry about that,” he stammered, though a crooked smile betrayed his panic, half-apology, half-joke.
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2smooth brain
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30/09/2025