In the early hours of dawn, the sky looked like the color pallet of a confused artist whose sense of color was limited to shades of blue, pink and orange. Whatever it looked like, however it looked like, it looked beautiful. The few rays of the sun that had managed to reach the surface of the Earth looked a mixture of yellow and white. The scent of grass was sweet and slightly damp from the early morning dew. The Kingdom was peaceful and quite as everyone was still a prisoner of their beds this early in the morning.
Prince James loved the peace. The peace brought a certain kind of calmness which he felt like he was deprived off until this moment. There, sitting on his royal horse (with the royal saddle removed of course) the young Prince closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.
"Enjo
