<strong>The Prince</strong><br/><br/>He had always loved horses. At least, he enjoyed them. His training as a soldier had taught him how to care for one. But, the role he was playing, he had to treat the creatures with disdain. No nobles son would willing enter a stables to tend to his horses. THAT was for servants to do. A quick glance around showed that they were alone, so he gives a quick nod of his head and follows her inside. He can't help but watch her mannerisms, either. She was always on alert, as if there was an assassin waiting in every shadow.<br/><br/>“Brax...relax a little...view this as a vacation.” He says, once they were sure no one was nearby. “No one knows we're here, we haven't run into any trouble anywhere, and if you keep going on like this, you'll look as old as my father in a year!”