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In which Caitlyn Schreave spends the next two weeks hiding from her family and future husband in the stables with nothing but the horses and an annoyingly cute boy to keep her company.
started: 23/6/23
posted: 5/8/23
finished: ???
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I can't go back to my room, not after the stunt I pulled. I need to go somewhere my mother would never go and luckily I know just the place. I grin wickedly, remembering my mother's horse allergy. I walk down to the stables, my white and floral dress still on, making me stand out like a sore thumb. I let down my hair, the bun my maids had put in my hair making it curly. When I get in the stables,
I find a stack of hay and take off my heels before I lay down, finally a moment of peace. I close my eyes, I'm going to be here for a while, might as well get some rest.
Suddenly a loud noise jolts me out of my peaceful state, "Hey! G- Get out of here! Seriously! Shoo!" I open my eyes and see an Asian boy holding a broomstick, shooing me.
"Hey! Stop that!" I cry, jumping up out of my seat, dodging the broom. "Are you crazy?!"
"Homeless people aren't allowed to sleep here, find somewhere else to crash!"
"Excuse me?!" I exclaim, my anger rising, I've dealt with enough entitled men for one day. "Who do you think you are?!"
"Get out of here lady!" He shoos me with the broom again.
I scoff, reaching for the broom and grabbing it out of his hands, "Cut it out!"
The boy crosses his arms, "You need to leave! There is a homeless shelter downtown, you can sleep there."
"I'm not homeless." He looks down at my feet and then back up at my messy hair. "Do you know who I am?"
"A homeless lady sleeping on my horses hey?" He asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I roll my eyes, "I'm not homeless, I'm hiding."
He nods, "Okay..."
I sigh, giving him back his broom, "I've had a really bad day and if I go back it's just going to get worse, please let me stay," I hate how weak my voice sounds.
He looks at me, his chocolate brown eyes focused. I look at his eyes, watching as they change ever so slightly every few seconds, I could pinpoint the second he decided to get me to stay, he should never play poker because he has a terrible poker face, "You can stay but this," he points his broom at me, "Never happened."
I nod, "Of course."
The boy goes back to work, doing whatever I guess a stable boy does. I lay back down, closing my eyes. I lay there for a minute before realising there was no way I was going to fall asleep. I groan, rolling over. "Do you mind? I'm trying to work."
"Sorry," I roll my eyes, "I didn't realise being a horse's servant was such a hard job," I say sarcastically as I watch the boy work. He shakes his head, ignoring me as he continues sweeping the stables. "What's your name?" He ignores me again, "Hey!"
"It's Arden, now can you leave me alone?!"
Arden, I grin, that's a nice name, unique but then again my brother's name is Clarkson. "I'm—" I pause for a second, whoever this boy is, he somehow doesn't know that I'm a princess, why spoil the fun and tell him, "Eurydice."
