The Cidercorns and the Hinds
Corinth would admit; life as a prince as often tedious and monotonous, sign this, study that, it was all he could do to not tear his hair out in boredom. However, by God's grace the young prince did often find solace. He found it in activities his father would think disgraceful, stealing from the castle to give to the poor and running through the shadows of the night. However, he also found it among his father's glen and the large herd of white hinds that roamed it's soft, mossy grottoes.
It was on one of these days as Corinth was waling into the forest that he spotted a peculiar sight; a young maiden with her arrow notched towards one of the hinds, bow pulled taught and ready to loose. This was odd in that they was a private forest and hunting the king's deer was a punishable offense; after all Corinth's father was particular to the silver fur of the breed. One must be desperate or foolish to be doing as the maid now did.
But his interest piqued, Corinth snuck his way behind the girl,