Word Count: 101
It was Marit’s first hour on duty and she was bored beyond belief. When papa had told her that she was to join the Royal Guard, Marit had a vision of riding the white palace horse into lush grassland with banners aloft; roaring the Royal House name before charging into battle with her men. But no, she’d spent the morning filling out paperwork, handed a uniform and ordered to stand guard at the sentry gate for eight hours. Tourists stopped and stared; some goaded, most just took photographs. Marit retreated. For the next seven hours, she fought and won her battle.