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Requested by: @Tom_Holand_Is_Bae
"You need to marry someone who is apart of a royal bloodline." My father told me as we ate dinner. I had my chin resting on the palm of my hand, I was barely paying attention to anything he said as he always told me the same thing over and over again.
"Are you listening!?" He barked.
Jumping by the loudness of his voice, I sighed and threw my napkin on top of my plate.
"I want to go ride my horse, may I be excused?" I glanced at my mother. She gave me a nod and from the corner of my eye, I could see my father scolding at me. I huffed and walked out of the dining room, my personal "lifesaver" following me.
"Anita? Could you get me my coat? I'm going for a ride."
"Yes you're highness." She bowed and then rushed towards my room for a coat. I disliked having these "maids and butlers", although my father calls them servants. Sometimes they make me feel so helpless in my own home! I always dreamt of having a family I could take care of. Make breakfast for my husband or vice versa, watch my own kids without maids trying to take him or her from me to put him/her down for a nap.
That was a dream I wanted.
"Here you go you're highness." Anita said as she rushed towards me with my coat. I thanked her and slipped it on.
As I was about to step out, I felt a presence behind me so I stopped and looked back.
"Anita? I would appreciate it if I could go on my own."
"But you're high-"
I huffed a little, "please Anita."
She gave me a little nod before stepping back and allowing me to walk outside on my own. Looking back at the guards to close the door. I pulled my coat closer to me and made my way towards the stables. Hearing the horses neigh, I smiled and speeded my walking until a guy appeared to view. I've never seen him before.
"Hello?" I called out.
He looked at me and immediately his eyes widened, bowing down once he saw who I was.
"You're highness! I was just taking care of the horses!" He explained but I waved him off.
"Who are you? I've never seen you here at the stables before..."
"Oh right! My name is Tom, I'm the new hostler. It's a pleasure to meet you you're high-"
"Call me Y/n," I interrupted him.
He was taken back a bit. He closed his mouth and began to fiddle with his fingers. "I'm afraid I cannot do that.."
