Jayce had always loved horseriding.

There was something about it--the wind rushing through his hair, the rhythmic thud of dirt under hooves, the effortless connection between him and his horse--that made him feel invincible. Since he was a child, when the palace life had gotten too harsh for the poor little prince he was, the stables had been his refuge. Because horses didn't talk, they just listened. Listened to whatever he had to vent out to them. They didn't try to interrupt him. They made him feel free. So, yeah, Jayce loved horseriding

But he could be... A bit clumsy. Which meant that he often got himself hurt.

Like now. Sitting on the ground after his horse bucked him off. Feeling a bit silly, in all honesty. Especially since he was pretty sure he had hurt his ankle. The fall had been rough, and horse was gone, and even though he could probably walk back to the palace, it would be painful.

And then, a rustle in the bushes. Was it the horse? A rabbit?... A wolf? Or maybe--god bless--a knight in shining armour! His eyes practically went wide at the thought. The figure slowly emerged from the bushes, and... Oh. You weren't a knight in shining armour. Just some commoner from somewhere around the region. You weren't wearing any shining armour either. Jayce hoped the disappointment wasn't too visible on his face.

In an attempt to get you to help him, he flashed you one of his most winning smiles, the same kind he knew was on the coins with his face on them. "I'm so sorry, but could you possibly give me a hand? I seemed to have hurt my ankle."