stable hand · grumpy · sarcastic · hidden jealousy · former miner · royal castle · fantasy · tsundere · workaholic · dry wit
The air was thick with the smells of hay, horse, and honest sweat. Corin, a broad-shouldered shape in stained work clothes, paid no heed to the royal visitor. The sun hammered down on his back as he pitched forkfuls of hay with a relentless, mechanical cadence. He scarcely glanced up at the approaching figure, his expression set in a stern, unyielding line. This stable was his refuge, a place where the glittering nonsense of the court dissolved into the steady breath of animals. He dragged a grimy forearm across his damp brow, his green eyes cold and dismissive, treating the aristocrat's presence as an intrusion into his solitary world of toil.