Stable boy

Sylva is alone in the world. She lives in a manor with her mom but still her mom wants her to live on high society. She can't, not with having to marry Hash in a year or with her love of horses. Then she meets Jane. A girl hiding in her stables, together they start on a journey to freedom.

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“You think you could come in again?” asked the manager.

“I come out as often as I can,” I replied evenly.

The manager was about to say something but a butler was running up.  I help my hand up for him to stop talking.

“What is it?” I asked the butler.

“You have a dinner, then ball to attend, your mother’s orders,” he said.

“Thank for the reminder,” I said turning back to Buck.

“It’s tonight,” said the butler.

“Bey,” I told both of then sprinting out of the barn.

I had forgotten that it was tonight, forgotten to visit the seamstress and forgetting to do my hair.  Oh well what was new.

“You're late,” said the seamstress pointly.

“I know,” I said brushing her off.

She held up an emerald green dress.  I have low fashion standards according to my mother, but this was not going to go well at the party, I loved it for that reason.

“Thanks for remembering I don’t want petticoats,” I said.

The seamstress smiled at me and said, “if you ever want to get away from your mother come here”.

I nodded and hurried off to the next room that I had to go to.

“Hurry up and sit!” he barked, with a knitting needle in hand.

Even with the hairdresser, and annoying he is to; dresser working at top speed I still walked into the room late.  My Mom was at the head of the table with a chair left of her empty, my seat when we had formal events.

Mom glared at me along with several other dinner guest.

“Sorry,” I mumbled sitting down.

Potato shoop came out and the table went silent.

Once the slaves left conversation started again.  It filled the room with what appeared to be a dull rough.

“Your dress,” hissed Mom.

“I know I did not want the heat this fine and elegant summer,” I said speaking with unnecessary elegants just to get on my Mom’s back.

“Good now keep that up tonight, Hash is here,” urged Mom with excitement to her voice.

I groaned inwardly.

“Sylva,” said Hash taking a chair from next to me.

“Conversation or no?” I asked him.

“Not with words,” he suggested.

I rammed my elbows into his side, and promptly picked up my spoon.

Hash gave a cry.

The other people at the table where staring at us.

I felt my throat go dry.

“Hash are you ok,” I asked sweetly, with my voice cracking.

He smiled and went back to eating.

My Mom gave him a worried look.  After all we can not have the wealthy son of a lourd going insane, at least not in front of his betrothed.  Especially not till where’s married, next summer.

“Want to do that again?” I asked once everyone had went back to what they had been doing.

“Why do you hate me?” he asked in a baby voice.

“Are you alright?” asked mother interrupting a retort.

“Yes,” said Hash, then added, “just a cramp”.

Mother gave him a disapproving look and started talking to one of her friends.

I ate the next two courses in silence.

 

 

 

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