Clara starts to wash her clothes and gets into the water, taking a bath as well. She washes two baskets of laundry including what she is currently wearing. She then hangs the clothes on the low branches of the trees surrounding the spring. She freezes as the cold air dries her skin. to wait for the clothes to dry, she sat on a boulder near the water, squeezing the water out of her hair.
She wonders to herself 'I bet it's lunchtime at the ball.' No one will be able to see her which will lessen her risk of being seen doing work since there are a lot of noblemen in the palace.
She puts on her clothes and lets her hair fall down, letting it air dry. She takes all the clothes and return back to her tower, straightening them and hanging them on her closet. "When am I gonna wear a nice gown?" She asked herself.
Clara had an idea of sewing a dress of her own soon but maybe after finishing the day's chores.
She goes down to the fam and the Palace green house to feed the animals. The animals love her like she was an animal whisperer or it is because of her aura and good nature. The peacocks and monkeys eat more than her and also they eat on time. One orangutan named Frida gave Clara one of the garden's mango since its in season.
Clara happily ate the mango and planted the seed back into the soil, burying the mango skin next to it as organic manure.
She left the green house and went to the stabbles to feed the horses. She then finished her chores, watering the plants, polishing the soldiers' armor and baking bread for the soldiers food after daily training.
"I can't ask for anything more than freedom." Clara said to herself as she lays down in a meadow filled with flowers. Daisies, roses and every beautiful flower that could complement her hair and complexion. She always takes a break from all the errands in this field where it is just her and the beauty of the world.
After some time of rest, she picks herself up to get the bread so that she can feed the soldiers. She gets the baskets of bread and the soldiers go to her one by one until they were all fed.
"How's your day, Clara?" The head of the royal guard said.
"My day is as busy as usual, sir Hosa. Is yours well?" Clara asked the young royal guard.
"Brightened by your presence, as usual." He said with genuine adoration.
Sir Hosa is a 23-year-old skillful head royal guard and very loving to Clara ever since he was in the palace. He always treats her well and so does all the soldiers of the palace. It is not because they pity her but because she is one of the reasons why they have the will to serve the kingdom. They serve and offer their lives, not for the king, nor the queen, not even the princes but only for their dear princess Clara.
Hosa held the young girl's hand, looking at her with a worried expression. "You know all the soldiers and guards are on your side. We can take down your family and make you the queen. There is so much danger and corruption in the kingdom. The people are waiting for your time to rule."
Clara shook her head and held on Hosa's hand in return. "I will have my time soon, Sir Hosa. Don't worry. I know my family is not the best. I will have my time but first, you all must go back to training." Clara tries to convince him.
"To protect and serve you in the future, future queen of Percidon."