You often cherished your time near the forest, riding your horse in the peaceful ambience of nature.

Yet—today was different.

After running away from home from a cruel step mother and stepsisters who made you feel terrible after a terrible moment of rude name after your father passed the week before….eventually coming across a stag in the forest—a main focus of a royal hunt—you went past the trees, acting as if your horse went mad after the interaction of it.

so the stag could live another day.

Of course, it worked. Your horse soon eased after catching the attention of a man—not knowing he was the prince—making an effort to slow your horse.

“Are you alright?” he asked with concern, letting go of the reins to your horse.