Lost In The Cosmos

Chapter 1

The sun was beating down on the young prince's clothed back. He was starting to wish he had worn lighter garments. 

“Fifty-nine… sixty,” he grunted as he got up from the ground. 

Brushing off his hands on his black trousers that were embedded with jewels of the highest quality.  As a prince, it was expected of him to own those types of luxurious and expensive clothes. For the lower class, however, the price tag would’ve given them a heart attack. 

He looked around the room after walking back inside then closed the large glass doors that led outside and onto the third-floor balcony. He was checking to see if a servant was around, his throat was dry from the long workout he just had. 

No one was nearby, so he resorted to getting a glass of water on his own. As he quietly navigated the long hallways, his black leather boots not making a sound on the carpeted floors, he saw a flash of white furr and the glint of metal turn a corner and disappear. It must be Sara playing with one of her toys that she got from her recent birthday.

He stopped in front of a set of doors, the bitter-sweet scent of cherry making his mouth water. As he was standing in front of the doors, one of the maids, who he didn't know the name of, stopped and did a small bow before addressing him. “Young Master Jasper, how may I be of service of you on this fine day?” She had an overly cheery voice. 

Giving her the best fake smile he could muster up this early in the morning, he asked for a glass of ice water. She nodded and walked quickly into the kitchen. A few moments later, she emerged from the doors holding a glass. 

“Will that be all?” 

“Yes,” he muttered before he turned and made his way back to his private chambers.  

   The weather wasn't on the stable boy’s side today. The barn was humid, making the air stuffy and his sweat-soaked shirt stick to his back. His hair was equally sweaty. 

He despised slaving away and cleaning the horse stables, but he couldn't complain. He desperately needed the money to support his family. He could tell that the next winter would be hard. He wanted to make sure that his sister and himself stayed warm and fed. 

Unlike the spoiled royal family that both of them served under, they had to worry about running out of funds as well as losing their small farmhouse, and their jobs if they slipped up.

He hoisted the water-filled bucket up to shoulder level and dumped it into the water troughs. 

At last, he was done with cleaning. He moved on to grooming the horses. 

He walked back out of the barn to find the horses already tied up to the hitching posts waiting for him. He filled the bucket to the brim and grabbed another full of different types of combs as he walked and began to start the second half of his torchered job.  

A/N this is one of my storys that is all original, and I hope y'all like it!