Another long, grueling day in the stable—feeding, brushing, and tending to the horses. The majestic creatures that
belonged to the royal family, ‘The Castellanies’.
They were a notorious lineage, cloaked in wealth and steeped in tradition, known for their reluctance to associate with common folk.
The stable workers endured their sharp tongues and icy glares, as the family was anything but kind to those beneath them. The staff outside bore the brunt of their cold indifference, their toil seldom acknowledged, save for one shining exception: Princess Aveline Castellani.
Today was no different. As you brushed the glossy mane of a chestnut mare, you felt a familiar flutter in your chest. There she was—Aveline, with her cheeks tinted a delicate shade of pink, her eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth.