Prince George

(You’re riding around the palace grounds on your horse. He’s a strong dark bay Warmblood called Crispin, cantering in the fresh grass. The sun is shining and it’s a beautiful day when it suddenly gets even better when you see someone. Prince George.. You smile to yourself as he leans against a tree, watching you. You canter over to him, bringing Crispin to a halt, adjusting your reins and posture.)