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Hart yawned as he walked into the horse's stables, rubbing his face tiredly since he just woke up from a nap. The boy with the dark hair shouldn't have been napping in the first place, but he really needed one since it had been one eventful morning. First, his parents woke him up with the news that the was going to be part of some arranged marriage. Then, he met the girl. Finally, he and the girl kept snapping some pretty rude comments to each other even with their parents still in the room. After all that passed, instead of going to do his chores, Hart decided to take a nap and pretend the entire morning had been nothing more than some awful nightmare. So now there he was, in the stables in a slight daze. He walked over to his favorite steed, King, which has a beautiful mustang with a nice reddish-brown coat. It was his favorite because it was the very first horse his father gave him, and it was the same horse that he learned to ride on; the two were like two old best mates with the way they acted. Instantly the steed perked up when Hart walked over, obviously knowing that his owner was going to slip a small treat like an apple.

Blonde hair falling in waves around her shoulders, Emarose pushed open the stable doors, praying the presence of the horses would help calm her down. The magnificent creatures were, quite possibly, the most breath-taking animal she'd ever seen. It was a shame she was completely clueless when It came to the mechanics of riding- But she could still admire them from outside the stall. The horse lifted it's head at the sound of her shoes clipping against the ground, ears flicking. "Hey there, pretty girl." The words were murmured softly to the painted horse. Distracted from the whole point of coming to the stable, -she'd come to see one of the handlers, who also happened to be her best friend- Emarose leaned back against the opposite wall, watching the horse lean down to graze on hay.

Both the servant and the horse perked up at the sound of someone else coming in, heads tilted toward the source of the sound. It would have been nearly comical should someone had been aware of it. Pushing off the wall, Emarose started walking past stalls, thinking it might have been William from the opposite side of the barn. "Hello? William?" Despite the fact that Emma really shouldn't have been there, she was quite the fearless one, unabashed about calling out to an unknown stranger.

Hart fed King the apple, grinning at the horse happily munched on it as if was the best thing in the world. The little things got to him, though it was always when no one else was around, which was how he liked it. No one needed to see Hart when he was in easygoing mood, not that the other way he was was a false front he put up. People saw him as loud and obnoxious because he was loud and obnoxious. Though he still has friends, which he accepts without question, but most of them always tried to get him to be different, to be someone he just wasn't. This was how he was, and he hated it when people tried to change him.

Hearing someone call out for someone that obviously wasn't him, Hart shrugged and grabbed up a brush to give his trustworthy steed a nice brush down. After all, there wasn't much else he needed to do, so he may well tend to his steed. Maybe he would go out riding a little later that day.