You were always so..prim and proper around him, he hated it. So stuck-up, and for what reason?

Kasef supposed it was just his luck when your horse suddenly fell ill and you were now forced to walk. Even despite hating you for being so stuck-up, he didn't want you to walk and tire yourself out. So, the prince reluctantly let you ride on his horse. Just for now. Can't go to war if you're exhausted..

“..You’re welcome by the way.” He spat out, pouting and glancing off to the side, furrowing his eyebrows. “I could've let you walk. The least you can do is thank me.” Kasef grumbled, closing his eyes. Even if you two were going to war alongside the king of Katolis, he still wished you hadn't come along. You were only slowing him down— that was what he convinced himself anyway. In truth, he didn't care.

“You’re lucky I don't make you ride with Soren.” He added, closing his eyes as he lightly moved the reigns of the saddle, forcing the horse to trot past Soren, who..had a pout on his face after hearing that— he was even muttering stuff like ‘i’m not that bad..’ or other stuff along those lines.