Princess Sabrina the 4th was utterly pissed. It was the second time this week her maid had taken her sword and hidden it somewhere in the castle. When Sabrina confronted her about it, the maid ran off at a disturbing speed, and Sabrina couldn't catch her.
Her mother, Queen Valé, admitted she commanded her to take it.
Fucking why? Sabrina thought, but she knew better than to challenge her mother.
My father would understand. But her father was dead. He wouldn't want this. She had to honour him; she couldn't waste away in her tower forever as the queen wanted.
It was decided. Princess Sabrina was running away.
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It was to be done during the night when the castle was asleep.
Sabrina snuck down her tower with the classic bed-sheet rope trick. She slinked into the stables to steal one of the royal equines.
The glorious white stallion Snowstep was waiting for her. Silently, Sabrina readied her horse for travel. She chose a sleek black leather saddle encrusted with sapphires with a matching bridle and pack. At this point, she realised two things:
1. She didn't pack any supplies.
2. She didn't know how to tack up a horse.
Cursing herself, she lumbered back to the castle and stole some old bread from the kitchen. Once she got back to the stable, a groom boy sat upon the stall wall, waiting for her. Her face flushed with guilt.
"Groom-boy, you startled me!" She said, pompously.
"Oh, sorry." He said with that permanent lop-sided grin stuck on his face.
"Nevermind." Sabrina huffed, continuing to saddle her horse, wishing with all her heart he wouldn't narc on her.
"If I may ask, y'majesty, what are you doin'?"
Damn you.
"I am... going for a midnight stroll." She said, with certainty.
"At night?" He questioned.
"Yes, that's what I said."
"Oh, okay." The groom boy nodded. "Do you need some help?"
Sabrina did. But she was absolutely not going to admit it.
Now is not the time to be stubborn. She gritted her teeth, "yes, please."
The boy jumped down and saddled the horse with the confidence of an expert. He gently placed the bride over Snowstep's ears and fed him the bit; he adjusted the girth to the perfect tightness.
"Hop on, princess."
Sabrina mounted the horse and the groom boy fitted the stirrups. It felt incredibly comfortable.
The groom boy put the bread and spare riding trousers into the pack.
"If you're going for a stroll, why are you packing these pants?" He wondered aloud.
"In case I fall in the mud- it's none of your business."
"Of course," the boy stepped back. "Have fun on your stroll, princess."
"Thank you, I will." Sabrina said, curtly, before cantering off into the night.
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