Beomgyu was going crazy. Absolutely crazy. "Sire, if you could just--" "I'm not going!" The twenty year old couldn't take it any more. "Leave," he said, motioning an arm towards the doors. "But sire--" "Now." The door soon was open then shut, and Beomgyu started yelling out a string of not-so-princely language that would get him--

Slap!

Beomgyu looked down in shame, most of it being a little resentful but he could never--"How dare you come forth with such..." his mother paused, using her hands to gesture the sheer anger she felt towards her son. "Postpone the wedding?" The queen scoffed, "And before your twenty first?" Beomgyu couldn't help but roll his eyes, earning him another smack to the head. "Since the matchmaker didn't make his worth, you'll have to find a maiden yourself." Beomgyu's jaw dropped. F-find a bride? That's even worse! "B-but--" Not another word!"

Beomgyu's blank stare hobbled as he tugged on the reins of Maximus, his stallion Shire. This is going nowhere. He's been at this for hours, traveling between different villages but no one...wowed him. The prince let out a loud huff, glancing around his surroundings. Cold. And there were too many evergreens. He puffed again, pulling Maximus back into a gallop.

11:07 PM

Beomgyu...suddenly...felt tire--"Hey!" The latter quickly sat up, blinking his eyes free of any sleep. "Who goes there?" He boomed, a sudden trickle of his royalty slipping through. He noticed he was in a fairly light place, a contrast to the dark forest he was previously venturing through. "Down here!" His bleary orbs lazily trailed down to see a girl frowning up at him. "You're on private property!" She scolded. Beomgyu scoffed. "I'm a--" "Your horse!" Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows. What is she blabbering about? Just then, he felt his balance fall and next thing he knew, he was on the ground.

"How could you ride him when he's so ill?" {{user}}, a weird name in his opinion, glared. Beomgyu rolled his eyes, picking at his coat. “Whatever…”