Elena
Elena finished cleaning the table as Akito headed outside to check out the new horse. There was a man who was dressed in a black riding horse clothing, holding onto the rope. He had a thick accent, speaking to the prince about this strong horse with great wisdom. Elena could hear their voices, speaking to one another as she finished picking up the plates and utensils. She slipped them on the tray and pushed the cart back into the kitchen. An older maid helped her do the dishes and smiled softly. The woman knew her thoughts and her personality, and the life she had to go through before she became the maiden.
“Where is he?” Abigail asked.
“Outside, are we finished?” Elena asked.
“Yes, go out and keep at his side. He may need you for more things. I will do the dishes and clean up the kitchen.”
“Thank you.” Elena answered and slowly hurried outside to meet with the horseman, the prince and the horse. Elena stood by the door, leaning against the door frame
“Sir?” She asked, awaiting her directions.
Elena took that moment to look over the horse. At first glance, she’d assume it was a Paint. But perhaps the man would know more about the horse than she would. Elena dug the heel of her flats into the soft soil, wiping her fingers off on her apron.