Horses, mud, missery and her to make it bearable Options

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I have written 14 pages on this point and I think it is time to pusblish something.... enjoy:

My life is one big missary. As a slave you don't have anything of your own. Or you may count the rags you are forced to wear. The only thing that keeps me from riding to a nearby cliff and drop myself over the edge is her. She is beautiful, like an angel. Her long blond hair that sweeps in the wind, the way she walks and hangs the clothing on the line to dry, her singing voice on a sunny day. And when she looks my way and puts up a smile I feel like I could conquer the whole world.

My name is R'laph I am a Khajiit and as you probably have already guest, I am a slave. I work for master Oslon as a stable boy. Taming the horses, keeping them healthy, switching hoofs the stuff a stable boy needs to do. I don't ride them, I am to afraid for that. I had a friend Resho, a argonian... He was one of the best riders in all of Tamriel, although Oslon would never admit it. Riding like the wind every day to keep the horses in top shape. But he got tired of working as a slave... as someones property.
He dreamed of the wide world and his home province Black March, where he was born. Just like me he was kidnapped and smugled to Vardenfall as we were children. I hardly remember how life was in Elsweyr but I understood why he wanted to go back. Vardenfall is the only place in Tamriel where slaves are permitted. If you could fled to any other province you would be free. He told me how he would just like to take a horse and take off. One day a duke with a black horse came to pay a visit to Oslon. Reshos eyes went big when he saw that tremendously powerfull horse. I knew what he was thinking I said: don't do it! Atleast wait till nightfall...
But he already jumped on the horse and ride off. Master Oslon placed a big reward on his head ALIVE. It did not take long or one of the best bounty hunters brought him in more or less alive. I was whipped 20 times for my part in the escape for not telling Oslon.
Never felt that much pain... my back hurted for weeks, but that was nothing for what he did then. He beated and whipped Resho to death, before my eyes, to make a statement he said. He's a monster. I shivered at everything I had to do for months and kept thinking of Resho. I still think about him some days, and his dream... Free. But I am to afraid to even think on how to do it, to afraid to end like him.

It's just another spring morning when I go outside, raise my arms and arc my back to straight my splain. My bed is made out of hay with a peace of cloth over it. It's getting hard again, I found out that putting the hay on to the bed a certain way will make it softer. It involves waving it with different layers but I don't feel like doing that again soon. It takes a lot of time and it's boring, besides that I'm not very good at it so it will have me frustrated for days. I breath in the morning scent of a new day and take my walk to the stables, I feed al the horses who are eager to get out and run free. I can see it in their eyes and I certainly know how it feels to be a prisoner. Today I feel not so bad, I a saw her again yesterday in a blue long dress sweeping the front lane of Oslons enormous manor. She sung a song about the spring that still echoes in my head. I wish I could at least meet her one day. I want to know if she is as lonely as I am and maybe we could have a talk and... O who am I fooling, I know that would never happen. I will work my whole life here... alone. When all the feeding boxes where filled I got to the wooden seat that stands in the middle of the courtyard. A basket with bread and some berry's for my breakfast today. I take a seat and pulled a peaces of the bread and started eating. There is no wind today, total silent it's even to early for the birds. The courtyard that is covered with grass is surrounded by wooden fences, except the road from the entrance to the woods is open. While eating some berries to make the dry bread taste better I look at my left and see the square box made out of a taller fence that I use to tame and trim the horses. I don't ride them myself but the horses listen to me. Maybe it's because of my voice or the way I say it I don't know but as soon as I open my mouth they obey. Of course horses that are wild need some harder measures where I got my whip for. I don't need to hit them, just making the whip hitting a peace of the fence or snap it in the air is enough to back of a horse. It's all about letting them know who is the boss and that they will have the best time if they listen to there rider. I chew on the last peace of bread and return the basket to the front door. Set the baskit at the right side and return to the stables. That is the closest I will ever make it to the manor. If I am caught doing anything else than returning the basket they will punish me. I have never been punished for it but Resho did by stealing some meat once. They whipped him a couple of times and since then we are ordered to turn away from the house as soon as we had or must I say, I returned the basket. I still talk to Resho, in my memories I conversated almost every day with him. I knew it was not real but... It made me feel less lonely. Today the daughter of Oslon Laura wants to ride Kain. One of our fastest horses Oslon owns. She ordered me yesterday to make him ready for a ride as soon as they were done with breakfast. I had plenty of time left because they probably need another hour to finish it. I got my meal as soon as the maid starts making breakfast. They have two maids and both Khajiit, I don't know there names but I sure know which is prettiest. One seem to clean the house, I only saw her once when the rounded all of us up to bury the remains of Resho. She was pretty fat for a Khajiit, she probably has a disease or something. But the other girl... you just have to see her. When she looks in my direction with her blue eyes I feel like melting, I will probably see her later today when she is done doing the wash. She always do the wash on Wednesday. She will come outside to hang the clothes over the line between the manor and a tree right from the manor.

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I´m very glad to see it here again..and I beg you to forgive me for taking so long "editing it"

It´a very good story indeed!