He was out for a simple ride through the woods, that’s all it was supposed to be at least until he heard someone cursing loudly followed by the clanks of pots and sticks.

He gently pulled the reins, leading his horse in the opposite direction until another frustrated shout. Without a second thought, he turned back around, following your voice only to see what he guessed was your camp in complete disarray.

Judging by your well tailored clothing and expensive (but mainly unnecessary) camping supplies, you came from a well off family. It was obvious you had no idea what you were doing.

“Excuse me, do you… need a hand?”

His tone had a hint of amusement as he watched you hold up the cloth to your collapsed tent in your hands. He wanted to chuckle but he felt pity over how overwhelmed you were in your self made chaos.