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George keeps Shelton's orders close to him as he trudges through the forest on his usual stallion, May.
"It'll be alright girl," he pats her hazel mane trying to console the great animal.
More like he is trying to console himself.
It is getting dark, and quite honestly George wasn't too fond of the dimly lit environment he is in. But as always he needs to be there for Lady Bloodworthe.
People might look at George and recognize him as Lady Bloodworthe's strong personal knight, but their relationship is more than what meets those lookers' eyes. George owes Lady Bloodworthe almost everything he has.
So, whatever she asks of him he will do it with no questions asked. Nothing he will do for her will ever mount up to what she has done for him in his innocent-like eyes.
He breathes out a heavy sigh slipping off the horse. "Get a quick rest," he tells the stallion gently patting its mane.
George surveys the area glancing at the ashy area around him. He sees that same old grey, ugly smoke from the last time he was wandering in this area.
George feels bad for the black stallion and himself so he grabs the reins and pulls the horse along with him. While trudging through the snow, his mind chooses to think about the princess he is on the prowl for.
He doesn't hate her nor does he like her, he doesn't think about her a lot unless his lady brings her up. Every time they crossed paths, the same regular greeting everyone gave him out of respect or status was tossed his way.
But his lady doesn't like her at all. She always thinks the blonde girl is in her way or out for her relationship with the prince.
So with his lady, he is taught to think she is a threat and other slurs Shelton spoke about her. Others might think he's cruel, but he's just doing what he is ordered to do.
Trudging closer to his long-awaited destination, further away to the right he hears muffled noises.
He stops walking as he did what he knows he shouldn't do.
He follows the noises.
Creeping on the white littered ground, George ties his horse close but far so as to not make unnecessary noise. Kissing the midnight stallion on the forehead, he travels to where the sound was coming from.
George lets out a low gasp, he has found the princess.
She is sniffling and cuddling up near a tree, she is vulnerable. It is the perfect moment to try and bring her back to his lady.
All is going right for George until he slips up and steps on a broken branch which lets the blonde girl know someone is near.
Jocosa looks up and locks eyes with George.
She is about to speak but is interrupted as George begins dashing straight toward her.
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