Arrogant. Spoiled. Wealthy. Many words could be used to describe Prince Jason, but none of them would have a nice meaning. Jason is a blonde-haired Caucasian with blue eyes and 27 years old. He likes to parade around the local village and mock the pheasants. He claims he would never interact with them due to their lower class and prefers only the high and noble. The prince also often rode in the nearby forest or through the village with his brown horse, Bronze.

Jason couldn't help but marvel outside the window. In a few days, he would have a ball and pick a worthy bride to sit on the throne. How he would love living this life of luxury. All the royalty made Jason too conceited for his own good. Of course, he did not care how he was to treat the lower classes, like how his parents tried to teach him: by being respectful to all. But the prince never took those lessons seriously, he found it unrelated to ruling a kingdom and figured the only time to be respectful was to another royal descendant.

Wanting to clear his thoughts, Jason planned to go for a little trip around the forest. Arising from his sleeping quarters and taking a shower, Jason preceded to get himself dressed. He wore one of his many princely attires for the trip, as he like to flaunt his heritage and future. His attire was a white, button up jacket with gold fringes, epaulettes, and chain details, along with a white and gold belt. He had red slacks to go with his jacket and white dress socks to go with his shiny, black lace-up dress shoes. He bid his parents a quick farewell as he arrived at the castle's stable. Carefully taking his step, he mounted Bronze and left the castle.

Jason, riding Bronze, arrived in the forest at a quick pace. While trailing through the biome, he noticed the local town's residents. He scoffed, not caring for their conditions, and cared on. He continued on, in his thoughts of ruling the kingdom and enjoyment of nature. He loved feeling the breeze in his golden locks and seeing the majestic creatures that inhabited the forest. He was so in tune with his surroundings, he failed to notice in upcoming obstacle in his path. But Bronze did... and came to a halt at in alarming rate.

Jason, on the other hand, lurched forward from the action his stallion had produced... and landed face first into mud. The prince arose with mud covering his face and some strands of his blonde hair. His white jacket and golden accessories had also been covered in the mud. The top half of his red slacks had been smeared in the mud too and his shiny dress shoes stayed clean... before Jason absentmindedly placed them in the mud too, ruining their shiny appearance. The prince made in attempt to rise and was doing well as he got to his feet, the dress shoes becoming more muddy from every step, but slipped onto his back, causing the remaining parts of his pristine white jacket, gold accessories, and red slacks to be fully coated in mud. Jason continued to get up and nearly stood up all the way before noting his muddy attire. He paid no heed to the development, he was the prince after all, and headed to get back to Bronze, who had been standing there watching his rider "play" in the mud.

Unfortunately he wasn't out of the woods yet -figuratively speaking- as he stepped into a deep part of the mud pit. Jason made an attempt to move his right leg, which was currently submerged in the murky terrain. He got it out... but his shoe came off in the process, resulting in his white dress socks getting soaked in the watery part of the mud pit. Once again, he slipped, landing on his back side with his attire becoming more soaked, before sliding in a little bit. This resulted in his blonde hair getting mucky from the accidental action.

Jason came to his senses and wanted this posh mockery to end. It was as if divine intervention had occurred to him. He slowly rose to his feet, careful on not slipping, and reached for his muddy shoe. As soon as he got it, he put it on and tied it, to prevent his esteemed white socks from getting ruined again. He rose again and was finally getting out of the mud...

Until he forget he had to get pass the deep part, because he was now trudging in through the terrain in his attire and said part was up to once white jacket, completely covering his lower half with his red slacks, white dress socks, and black lace up dress shoes. He squirmed quickly, splashing mud near all over his already brown jacket and accessories. He finally got to a shallow part, where the mud was just at his shoes. After a few more steps, he was finally out of the "horrendous" terrain.

Although he may have gotten free, it looked like nature won against him. His once white jacket and golden accessories were now coated in the brown substance, contrasting them completely. His red slacks had being completely submerged in the mud, no longer red rather having "brown" slacks. His white dress socks and black lace dress shoes were not in the best condition either. His socks were now stained in mud and his shoes, both inside and outside, and bits of solid mud on its leather exterior and interior. His blond hair had brown streaks from his falls in the mud and his handsome face now had been gunged in the substance. To clarify, Jason looked nothing like a prince now.

Jason mounted Bronze and left the forest, having enough enjoyment for nature today. Of course, he had hoped that no one saw his struggle in the forest and told someone for he feared the embarrassment he would bring into his heritage. After arriving in the stable, the prince put his signature horse in his stable, and marched right out off the stable, not caring what he had stepped in, considering he was alright messy himself. Maybe this would teach him to be more humble...