At the Stables

As Sam and Irine get down to the stables, an older man and two boys are waiting patiently with 2 horses tied to the Post nearby munching on hay happily. The Older man and the boys bow deeply before the old man speaks do just before slaps the two boys as they are about to open their mouths. Older man: Crown Princes, Princess I was expecting you and do apologise the Boys are young and yet to learn their place. I have taken the leisure to bring out both steeds that have been selected for this journey. They are neither warhorses nor do they travel or pack horses but a hybrid of war and travel. The Grey one is for the Crown Princess and is Called Atomar. The Light Grey one is for the Princess and is called Marton.” Behind the Old man, is a dark great horse. Standing only 1,60 m in shoulder height, broad and yet agile and muscular looking. A similar horse stands next to it, in a light grey tone do it's slightly leaner than the other. Irine not able to stand it is immediately over and petting and caring for her horse, as Sam rolls her eyes at the childish antics of her sister. Sam: “Thank you Stablemaster and please don’t apologise, you have been with our family now for 3 generations, we should be sorry that your sons were lost in battle. Thank you for raising such beautiful animals, we shall look well after them and care for them.” The Old man now identified as the Stable master bows his head. Stablemaster: “Thank you Crown princess, as sad as those losses wear. They died in the service of our Kingdom, I shall leave you to saddle them as you much enjoy especially the Princess.” He bows making the Boys bow deeper before he departs with them. Sam starts to walk over to her sister, looking at her. Sam: “I know you are excited but manners sister.” Irine almost becomes as red as a strawberry obviously trying to hide her embarrassment. Irine: “Sorry sis, you know how much I like horses and if it weren’t for the Royal nonsense I be here every day.” Sam looks at her sister grinning. Sam: “At least you don’t get as many duties as I do Sis. Now let's get the saddle and on the way, we got to make it to the Inn before nightfall.” Irine pouts as she goes find the bridle, bite and a saddle and the bags for it, Sam follows along snickering. After they return a few minutes later they start to brush and clean the hooves of the horses before they get the bite and the bridle attached alongside the saddles of their picking. Sam saddle has a slightly higher backend and smother front with hangers of leather with grove wooden bottoms for better grip well suited for combat or riding tours, Irine is more plain regular riding saddles and both are slightly more decorative than normal including the Royal seal. Both manage to put a blanket in between the saddle and the horses, who does seem a bit annoyed being interrupted from eating but are quickly persuaded with a carrot. Not long after both swing themselves up and ride out of the stable and out of the Royal courtyard the guards Salute them.