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-Each member of the royal family has horse. There
are twenty ponies.

About an hour ago Camellia wrote a note to her cousin before heading to dinner. She ate in her room, to upset to face Adira at the dinner table. After picking at her salad and bread she stood up from her set up on the balcony and headed to her closet. Recently it was getting colder and Camellia found it fun to ride her horse in the snow. And because of that she got newly made attire for riding. Her red hair was pulled back tight, and let her freckles show. There were a few guards scattered around the area, but most weren't on alert. With a frown she got out her special horse, which was white and fluffy, and began to prepare for a trot in the woods.

Sef had unluckily fallen asleep in one of the stalls. He'd been told to help out the stable hands for a few hours to gain access to storage to get himself a new jacket (his old one was no where to be seen, undoubtedly somewhere in the pond). So here he was, fast asleep in one of the stalls. Which happened to be Princess Camellia's stalls.

When Camellia entered her stall she saw a guard, standing up, but not really moving. With a confused expression she frowned. Her horse was nudging her and welcoming her back.
"Sir," she said, shaking his shoulder. "Sir, are you, um, alive, or, um okay?"
She didn't notice it was the guard she gave the gift card to.

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"Mmmmm?" He asked, his eyes opening groggily. When he realized it was the princess, he jumped back and hit the wall at the back of the stall. "Oh! I'm."

"So, sleeping on the job, I see." Camellia teased when she noticed it was Guard Sefton.
He was an okay guard in her opinion, nothing more and nothing less.
"That is alright, Sefton, I'll let it pass." She said.
When she realized she said Sefton, not Guard Sefton or Sir, she flushed and felt slightly embarrassed.
"Excuse me, I meant Guard Sefton, not Sefton." Camellia explained.

"I, um. It's alright. I mean you can do or say whatever you want, I guess."

"You're right, I can." Camellia said, still slightly confused. "Well, would you help me clean my horse and prepare her for a ride? I mean, since I can do whatever I want and not do whatever I want. So right now I don't want to clean my horse, would you do it?"
She waited a few seconds before talking again.
"No, I'm just kidding, but would you actually help me clean her up? She is mighty dirty."

"Oh, um, sure. I'm not the best with horses though, I'll have to warn you."

"Neither am I. I'm kind of decent though. I'm better at riding. What about you? Are you fond of trotting around?" Camellia asked.
Since each guard got a horse for outside patrol they had to be at least a decent rider to get the job.
"Grab that brush, along with the bucket of water, then the soap, and clean her up." She said.
Then she went and sat on a chair. She was going to make Guard Sefton clean her horse, and she wasn't going to help.

He shrugged. "I'm alright." He'd been given a fairly bad horse, in his opinion. He always tries to throw him off. He spent a lot of time lying on the ground, unfortunately.

He nodded silently, picking up the brush, water and soap as she sat down, and began.

"Well after you clean my horse I'll go on a trot." Camellia explained. "I'm very tired, cleaning my dear horse takes so much energy and she deserves the best treatment. She says thank you, my horse does."

She looked around the stables and admired their beauty. Often she came to the stables to stay fit or let her anger out.

He just nodded, continuing to clean the horse.

When Camellia got no reply she frowned. With a sigh she leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

"When I open my eyes I want my horse to be cleaned, okay? You have three minutes. Ready, set, go." She said blandly.

She let her eyes close for three minutes and gave him even a few extra seconds.

He nearly dropped the water bucket at that pronouncement, working faster. He didn't really want to know what would happen if he horse wasn't clean. He hadn't thought Cam was that sort of Princess.

"Okay, done!" Camellia exclaimed. She opened her eyes to see still a dirty horse. "That's alright Sefton, here I can help."

She stood up and took the sponge out of his hand and began to scrub her angle of a horse. In a matter of 5 minutes she was clean.

"We'll work on that," She teased. "So, she is cleaned! Maybe I'll go on a trot later. After all, isn't it getting late? I need to get back to the castle."

"I apologize." He vowed quickly and nervously. "You shouldn't have had to clean her yourself, Your Highness." He looked down.

"Are you kidding me, Guard Sefton? I'm not incapable of doing it myself. We are both just humans, Sir. I could clean my own horse." Camellia exclaimed.

She laughed then smiled. Looking at the darkness outside she thought that she should go back to the castle.

"I should be getting back soon. It is late and I've got to get ready for bed. Well, I guess until next time." She said.

He nodded. "I will walk you back."

"Fine," Camellia mumbled as she walked out of the barn.

She and the guard walked up the hill to the castle. Sefton trailed behind her. Even though she was friendly with him she dared not be seen with him walking away from the barn.

When they got back to the castle she thanked him.

"Well, goodbye Guard Sefton." Camellia said as she walked up the stairs.

He followed a safe distance behind her, so that it wouldn't be improper, but so that she wouldn't be walking alone, either.

He nodded. "I will see you later, Your Highness."