Damn The Horses

"Hmmm, should I wear this or this?" Greg mumbled to himself, looking at two perfectly sporty outfits for todays horse riding class.

"You're wearing this your majesty." The Royal Servant entered the room, wheeling a clothing stand.

"What?" Gred exhaled as he touched the fabric of the beige pants. "This?!" He said pulling on the pants towards The Royal Servant's face.

The Royal Servant hit his hand with a quick slap. "Aw."

"That cost more money than you can imagine making in a life time on your own, sire, treat it kindly." The Royal Servant took the clothes off the stand and carefully placed them on the bed, over the comfy sports outfits.

"These pants are so tight they could squezee the life out of me." Greg said. "No way I'm wearing those." He tried to grab his sporty outfits and run away out of his chambers but The Royal Servant was prepared.

"You're not going anywhere." He said, his arms wide open to the sides blocking the exit way.

"You rat! Whose side are you on?" Crown prince asked while he jumped over the bed and landed behind his 'right arm'.

"On the kingdoms side of course!" The Royal Servant was fast, swift and quick as he had been dealing with this for the past 6 months and within seconds, he grabbed the crown prince from his wrists and pushed him to the floor. Sitting on top of him and pining him down with his knees, he started to unbotton the prince's shirt.

"You literally can't treat a prince like this." Greg said, unable to escape.

"Well, I can when I have the Queen's full authority and since the prince is an irresponsible little brat, someone has to do this."

"Brat." Greg laughed. "That sounds nice." The Royal servant was unnerved as he started to strip the young prince under him.

"And now he forcefully undresses the brat." Greg said as his shirt was pulled from his head. "Daddy, please leave my clothes alone, please." He jokingly begged with the most seductive voice he had. Suddenly The Royal Servant froze in his tracks and stopped buttoning him up in the middle. He glared at the prince with his dark colored, unreadable eyes.

"What?" The prince asked. "I'm joking."

The Royal Servant took a deep breath and got up. Greg was extremely shocked since he didn't finish something he started for once.

"We'll be waiting for you at the hippodrome. Be there on time." The Royal Servant said, right before abruptly leaving the room.

-

Gred sulked on his way to the hippodrome. The goddamn pants were so tight he could barely walk and weirdly waddled instead.

"Excellent as always Sir Attendant!" He heard the trainer say as he was clapping. He saw the Royal Servant running around the trail with a horse, and doing an amazing job at it. This made the crown prince sulk even more.

"Jeffrey!" He yelled and The Royal Servant slowed down to look at his prince. "You riding that good!" Greg chuckled and made a wiggly little dance.

"He does right?" Trainer said completely oblivous, The Royal Servant just look slightly annoyed.

Jeff came down the horse and walked with it towards the Prince, handing over the saddle. "I hope you do a proper job riding it as well." He said and Greg could swear he was cursing him innately.

He took the saddle and Jeff helped him up. He caressed the horse a little bit before starting to walk with it.

"You poor creature." He muffled, still caressing the animal trying not to squeeze him. "Carrying shitheads like us all day every day." It almost felt like the horse agreed when it marched forward with a more cheerful almost-run.

"You know what?" Greg suddenly light up and smiled. "Let's fix that." He turned back to steal a glance from the Royal Servant, who somehow understood he was upto something from that milisecond look and rushed to grab another horse to stop whatever he was going to do.

"I heard you're an excellent jumper." He said as he gained speed with the horse and eventually making him jump over the fences.

"Hey! Where are you going?!!" Trainer and staff around were screaming and one pitiful guy ran trying to grab the saddle running behind him to no avail since he was on the best trained horse in the entire country.

He ran towards another barn close by, hurriedly opened all of the doors letting all the horses out. Then he had to beg and push them (one of them tried to kick him) to make them go away, but after almost dying and having to slap a few horses butt he managed to guide them away from the palace where they could run freely for a while at least.

When the Royal Servant found him sitting cross legged infront of one of the barns, eating boiled corn (freshly made for the horses) he had to spend a great amount of energy not to lose his shit. He grabbed the crown prince from the back of his shirt and literally lifted him up to his back on the horse.

"You're not going to say anything? Aren't you mad?" Greg asked riding behind the Royal Servant, he was still somehow able to eat his corn.

Jeff was afraid that if he opened his mouth this time he could get himself exiled and beheaded so he managed to stay quiet.

-

"50 hours of private lessons with Lady Magnolia." The Queen said, flames were coming out of her head. Lady Magnolia walked in holding her infamous stick she used to hit her young lady students if they hunched.

"That's for girls!" Greg screamed and in literal seconds, The Lady's stick met his back. "Aw!"

"We don't raise our voice at our parents." The lady said behind her glasses.

"Are your parents even alive?" Greg asked to the woman with a smile. She looked like she should be in grave by now.

"How inadequate." The woman said clicking her tongue and turned to The Queen. "We may need more than 200 hours your highness."

"Oh kill me already." Greg sulked to the couch. The stick hit his head this time.

"Aww!"

Greg saw The Royal Servant only for a second but he could swear he was secretly laughing.