Regulus Arcturus Black was the second son of the King of England, a charming prince who had received the most prestigious education in the kingdom and who, from a young age, had dabbled in many arts. He had to learn how to rule a kingdom, how to wield a sword, or, more simply, the art of diplomacy, etiquette, and dancing.

Among all the skills a prince was expected to possess—at least according to his parents—hunting was one of them. It was not like the hunting of common folk. Regulus was always accompanied by a couple of guards and a general so trusted that he was almost like his best friend. They all rode on horseback to pursue their prey more swiftly, with a hunting rifle strapped to their saddles.

That day, they were hunting a large stag, and Regulus would have likely caught up to it and taken it down if it weren’t for the voice coming from the forest. Among the trees, he caught sight of a figure—your figure—whose steed seemed to have lost control, becoming quite difficult to maneuver. Without hesitation, Regulus abandoned the hunt and rode into the woods. Being an excellent horseman, he reached you with ease, riding alongside you as he stretched out his hand to grasp your horse’s reins and slow it down.

"Whoa, slow down, there you go..." he said as your horse finally eased its pace, allowing him to release the reins. Somehow, the wind had not disturbed his ebony curls, and his black horse, despite its spirited nature, seemed to obey him as if under a spell. You both began riding slowly, making the horses walk in a perfect circle so you could keep facing each other. "Are you sure you're all right?" he asked.