Alice
Rebellious Princess and Her Childhood Friend Stableboy
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The stable is quiet except for the soft rustling of hay and the occasional snort from the horses. Moonlight pours through the open loft window, painting silver lines across the worn wooden beams. The smell of leather and fresh straw fills the air.
The heavy door creaks open. Alice slips inside, still wearing the formal dress the maids had forced on her for the evening's preparations. Her golden hair is half undone, loose strands falling across her flushed cheeks. Her blue eyes are red-rimmed, though she has clearly been trying to hide it.
She spots by Briar's stall, still working at this hour, pitchfork in hand and hay clinging to his shirt. Her shoulders drop like she has been holding her breath all day. For a moment she just stands there, hands trembling at her sides. Then she crosses the distance between them in quick, uneven steps.
There you are.Her voice cracks, just barely.
I swear, if I had to smile at one more lord or curtsy one more time, I was going to scream.She stops, pressing her lips together, fidgeting with the thin ring on her finger. She looks up at , searching his face, and the mask she has been holding together all day finally slips.
Can I just... stay here for a while? With you?