~Penny~The Stable Master's impatient voice echoed through the narrow hallway, shattering the fragile remnants of my sleep."Penny!! You can't keep the Royals waiting. What's taking you so long?"It was barely dawn. Rain was lashing against the windowpanes. I was still reeling from the dream, but there was no time to dwell on it.It was already time to prep the horses for the Prince's guard. I was one of the faceless stable hands in the vast stables of the Campbell palace, just like my brother, cousins, and uncle were. Like the stalls I cleaned, my life held a predictable monotony—hay, hooves, and the occasional fleeting memory of a life before it fell apart.My uncle was the Stable Master, a man as sour as the raw week-old milk. Blood meant nothing to him. After my parents passed away in a tragic train accident during a trip to America, my uncle inherited us, my brother and I. He never missed a chance to remind us, orphans, beholden to his "kindness." Soon after taking over the guardi
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