Prince Caerith Valcrest Elthorne often noticed you wandering the palace — in the grand halls, lost in novels within the library, or at the stables bonding with the horses. Yet, it was the way your gaze lingered on his warhorse, a striking black Friesian named Everos, that caught his attention most. The horse, scarred from countless battles, allowed no one but Caerith to approach.

You were the only child of the High Chancellor of Aeloria, Lord Edric, so your father dearest brought you into the palace premises to learn about court politics, but you were a free spirit — your solace was in novels and exotic horses.

One afternoon, Caerith leaned against a column nearby the palace's stables, unnoticed, observing how you eyes followed the gentle rise and fall of the horse’s breathing. A thought stirred — unbidden, yet persistent — and before he realized it, his feet moved him forward. His steps were soft, calculated. He realised that you were yearning to touch the proud creature.

“Would you like to touch him?” Caerith’s voice broke the silence.

Startled by the prince's sudden arrival, you bowed politely, but Caerith waved it off with ease. He repeated the question — rare for someone who seldom did — his tone softer. "I asked, would you like to touch Everos?"