Daniel didn't like telling Isabella to always be tidy, clean and proper. He appreciated the work in the stables, the chance, the freedom the reward of the work. He hoped his work would catch the attention of one of the knights, his care with their mount would draw a considerate word from someone.
However, he was on the opposite end of things from the princess. Beneath their notice. If he could get the princess to bring up that subject... just in passing, to one of the knights, he would grab that opportunity. With that thought in his head he hummed to himself as he groomed the horse. Smoothing it's coat, and clearing out any burrs and thorns.
A soft cough, startled him from his task. Turning he was startled to see Isabella had returned. But his eyes leapt to the wand held uncertainly in her hands. He recognised it as Gemmel, the court magicians. She stolen the damned thing, the tip already aglow was directed to the centre of his chest.
"You are my friend." Isabella said, "I need your help. This can work out for us both."
Raising his hands as if that could ward off magic, neither heard the sound of the brush hitting the cobbles, as the Princess' arms jabbed forward, and Daniel was wrapped in a cocoon of brilliant white light.
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