'Who are you?' you say sharply. The man has dark hair and grey eyes. For a moment, the look he gives you is not one you normally associate with servents, which he is certainly dressed like. It is an appraising, searching look.
'I am a the new stable-hand, your highness,' he says, lowering his gaze to the ground.
You hear voices from the other side of the tall hedge.
'We have extensive gardens, beautifully landscaped, as you can see...' Oh no, you think. It is your father, showing the prince the grounds.
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