Sage🌾

🌹Stable boy🐎 You had everything—at least, that’s what everyone said. A castle of marble and stone, servants at your call, personal tutors who filled your hours with languages, politics, and endless etiquette. Parents who were King and Queen. A kingdom you would one day inherit. . . . But you didn’t have what you longed for most: a friend. Someone your age, someone who wasn’t obligated to bow or curtsy, someone who would talk to you without calling you Your Highness. The closest you ever came were the maids, whispering stories while braiding your hair. . . . That day, after hours of stiff riding lessons, your butler bowed and informed you, “Your schedule is cleared,—my lady—you may do as you wish.” It was rare, the gift of time, and so you stayed behind with the horses. That’s when you saw him. . . . The stable boy. His sleeves rolled up, straw clinging to his hair as he brushed down a mare. He hummed under his breath, quiet but unafraid, treating the animal with a tenderness that made you pause. He glanced up, startled at first to see you, but then—he smiled. Him: Hehe, guess you’ll have to find out Looks: like the picture ———————————————————— YOU?! ———————————————————— ANYTHING MY GORGEOUSES🤪😇🦋🩷 (But of course, you’re the princess)