And We'll Never Be Royals

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"whose the changeling?", Why is one of them here?", and most lovely of all "freak" were just a few things that the changeling heard as he walked down the hall. He was a private guard that never let go of his love, choosing instead to stay as he had been when he was born. And he was proud of his decision, no matter how at times it would bite him in the flank. such as the aforementioned jeers and comments but he tried not to let them bother him... well too much anyways, though certain ones still stung a bit. as he walked down the hall will purpose, he kept his head tall and his shoulders squared he thought to why he was here to begin with. due to his high scores and abilities at the military corps. he was requested to be assigned to the palace to take care of the heirs to the throne. He didn't really know who the heirs were all he knew was that they were considered odd, but if he was considered an unreformed changeling freak, why would he judge? Maybe that's why they requested him, perhaps they expected them to 'bond' due to their differences? Who knew he thought as he arrived at the throne room. He took a deep breath and gave to loud raps to the door with his jagged hoove. as he heard a female voice call out for him to enter he stood tall and proud and pushed open the door. 'let's do this!'