A Sad song

[Hamlet]

[Weeks earlier]


Hamlet had his mare out of her stall, brushing her coat. She was an absolute stunning mare, her pelt a gorgeous black and white that matched together so perfectly it couldn't get any better. Even so his mind was else where, on the most stunning woman he'd met. OF course his father probably wouldn't approve of him smitting with the young commoner woman but why does it always have to be royalty? Most of the royal girls they tried to set him up with was not his type and all they did was argue. Her for one couldn't stand her and no matter how poliete she was he knew he wouldn't be happy nor would she. But with Juilanne now, she was a classy young woman. Beautiful to boot and absolutely amazing in personality. So much about her... matched him even if he had a bit of trouble keepings himself together.

Path moved her head up and down as her harks flickered a bit on her skull. Putting the brush down he grabbed her blanket and then her saddle, slinging it over onto her back. Path snorted and he knew that she wasn't one to be big on Saddles but loved to go bare back. he should've been more careful with that. Grabbing the buck strap he started to tie the saddle up on to her. Today was the day he was suppose to spend quality time with his father. His step mother told him it would be great for the two of them yet he, personally would rather go see if he could find Julianne. She'll probably wonder where he was. Ever since their complete accident with that man they accidently killed.... He and her had a bit of a bond. Whether it was because he was just a prince and she had to respect him or simply because she felt the same as he did. un hooking her halter he slipped the bit in her mouth which he had a bit of a fight with until she accept it and then lead her outside. Let this horrendous day... begin.

[Alanna]

Alexander wasn't likely to get his own horse ready. Not at the moment anyway. He was busy signing the last two documents he had to sign before he got ready to go out with his son. That done he got his riding botos on and checked his refelction. He looked as handsome as ever but of course that was one of his small flaws his vainity when he wasn't at war.

Alex went down the stairs and out to the courtyard. He went to his white shire. Goliath stood perfectly groomed and decked out in his all black tack. Alex mounted up taking his bow and quiver from the man hoding the stallion. His dark eyes went to Hamlet. "You ready to go", his deep handsome tones sounded to his son. He took the equines reins in hand as he looked at the prince before nusging the stallion into a trot.

[Hamlet]

Every one knew Hamlet as the, Torn Prince. Meaning they knew exactly that King Alexander's son was a mad man. The 18 year old had a bit of trouble with his mind, constantly playing tricks on him and could make him exceedingly dangerous. Not only was he just dangerous in his own way, he could copy any style fighting of any fighter he comes a cross, plus the stuff he already knew how to do. In every way he would make the greatest heir to the throne after his father is gone. He's strong and could easily keep the empiror safe. Bad thing is, Hamlet thought himself inadequate.

As his well polished father came flaunting down the stares he just watches him with a mild expression. Many would suggest the two didn't have a close bond, some of that was true yet Hamlet was still compelled to feel some affection towards the man even if he was completely vain from time to time. As his father spoke to him and took the horse over He nudges Path into a walk. "sure."

[Alanna]

Alex looked at his son then ahead as his large stallion moved into a trot once they passed the castle gates heading for the forest. "I haven't seen you lately. Where have you been wandering at", he asked him once well away from the casstle and any listening ears. He sat perfectly in the saddle the picture of a great noble.

It was strange really. Alexander was strict and sometimes a on the cruel side with many peoples but that just made him all the more powerful yet he seemed so disappointed by the lad which was of his own flesh and blood. Alex knew the young man was capibale yet he seemed to be missing something in the head. Many whispered of insanity in Hmalets case. Alexander ignored it not wanting to believe it simply because he had no patients to. What really got under his skin was the boys lack of confidence in his-self.

[Hamlet]

The prince groaned mentally as they started going, why couldn't this day be over already? His mare walked lazily next to the large stallion, though she was much smaller then that of him and she had to slightly prance to keep up, she was still going at it rather lazily. As his father finally broke the silence Hamlet did the only thing he could do. Rebel. "little late to show concern don't you think?" His voice didn't hold any malice behind it, it was just flat. He knew his father was disappointed in him so why should he worry about it? Why try and build something only to have it fall and break again? In Hamlet's mind it wasn't worth it.

He kicked Path to where she now went speeding off from the Stallion and his father. Making her move into a full gallop so he would have to work in order to keep up. Why did his step-mother even suggest this? this was simply ridiculous and she knew it. It wouldn't work out but then again maybe she was trying to get into his head too. His features hardened and he growls lightly to himself. No one could know. no one.