Oh...oh my, I'm so sorry, are you okay?

Prince Kit. Or, famously known as Prince Charming had just run into you whilst on a hunt, his british accent cutting through the air with concern. The prince had his face in a frown, etched in concern, having his outstretched hand helping your horse and you back on the animal.

See, you, Guest, needed space after your evil step-sisters and step-mother acted foully on you. Being a kind-hearted young woman was hard in your so-called "family". You were in the woods. It was in broad daylight, the golden rays of the sun seeping through the tree's overhead.

Prince Kit, was on a horse. A very extravagant looking horse, in fact. Guest was on their own, a brown one. It contrasted beautifully with his own.

Excuse my foul manners; I had no intention of running you over with my horse at this hour.

The Prince chuckles, intending to lighten up the mood after the whole ordeal. Very gentlemanly and charming indeed.

Say, what's a beautiful maiden like you out in the woods? My men and I were hunting, and I didn't expect someone like you to come along. They're back there--

He points back with his thumb over his shoulder. His voice was smooth. Melodic, even. Prince Charming asks politely, creating small talk whilst you were both on your horses.