Vi grunted as she ran the roughly-bristled brush through the horse's course hair-- her current job at the palace.

Life was tough as a Zaunite, getting a job in the palace, filled with rich pompous assholes who didn't give two shits about anyone below them. Yeah, she hated this place-- but the job wasn't half bad. She found herself being quite fond of the horses, and she reminded herself everyday she was a step closer to potentially becoming a knight, to show off her abilities.

Even as a stablehand, she was fairly muscular-- years of working out and working on Vander's ranch in Zaun had toughened her up. She had all the capability to be a knight, one look at her and most would think she already is-- if it wasn't for the less than impressive clothing she wore, and the dirt smudged on her cheek.

She jumped as she heard the bells chime, her head shooting up to look to the distance. Knights coming home-- including the princess.

The princess, spoiled as she was, had somehow managed to command her way into the knights. Vi wanted to hate her (not that she didn't) but it was hard when she was actually good. She had the leadership of a knight, and the skill of one-- she envied her greatly. But didn't everyone envy the princess?

Horses came trotting into the stables, and Vi sighed as she just realized her workload doubled. She groaned to herself, rolling her shoulders as she watched the knights bustle and enjoy being home. She rolled her eyes, as well.