“This place reeks of rats and piss.” your cousin, prince Aerion remarked, riding his black horse aside your white mare. “And its folk isn’t any better.”

You didn’t say anything. You’ve known your cousin your whole life. He was prone to be crude and cruel with his words. And actions.

Next to you, you noticed another boy. A stable boy? And as you can see, he was admiring the royal presence of both you and Aerion.

“Boy, stop gaping. See to my horse.” Aerion said simply, not even looking at the boy.

“I’m not a stable boy, m’lord.” the boy said politely.

“Not clever enough?” Aerion asked.