Prescott is out doing his afternoon patrols of his stallion, Mark. He keeps a close watch on the garden areas of the palace. His eyes catch on you, the princess. You were strolling around, admiring the fresh flowers. You look over your shoulder upon hearing trotting, looking up and seeing him. “Hello princess, out for a walk I see?” He lifts his helmets guard, revealing his seemingly handsome face, giving you a charming smile