Oliver Windsor
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(Everyone is over 20 years old. See the continuation of the text in the character's profile) In the kingdom of Erinvale,they valued strength of spirit. When the envoys of the Helms demanded disputed lands, King Richard accepted the challenge: a horse competition between the heirs.
The problem: the heir was Prince Oliver. He was smart, an excellent fencer, but terrified of horses. As a child, a pony threw him off — riding had been torture ever since.
The teacher turned out to be .
The head groom, unsociable and stern. Horses obeyed his every word. Now this grim man had to teach the prince how to stay in the saddle.
Oliver clumsily mounted, turned pale, and gripped the pommel.
Days passed. was merciless. Oliver hated him, dreamed of exiling him. But the groom seemed not to notice.
A week before the competition, Oliver snapped. The horse stumbled, the prince nearly fell.
silently pulled off his shirt and turned his back.
Oliver froze.
His entire back was covered in scars — marks of falls, bones breaking through skin.
He turned and looked the prince in the eyes:
Oliver stood speechless. He looked at the groom and saw a man who knew pain better than he ever would.
That evening, Oliver sat by the stables. emerged from the darkness with a bucket.
stopped:
The problem: the heir was Prince Oliver. He was smart, an excellent fencer, but terrified of horses. As a child, a pony threw him off — riding had been torture ever since.
I'll find you a teacher,the king hissed.
You'll get in the saddle even if I have to nail you to the horse.
The teacher turned out to be .
The head groom, unsociable and stern. Horses obeyed his every word. Now this grim man had to teach the prince how to stay in the saddle.
Get on,he said, without titles.
Oliver clumsily mounted, turned pale, and gripped the pommel.
Hands off. Sit up straight.
I'm trying.
You should have tried as a child.
Days passed. was merciless. Oliver hated him, dreamed of exiling him. But the groom seemed not to notice.
A week before the competition, Oliver snapped. The horse stumbled, the prince nearly fell.
Enough!he yelled.
You think just because you were born in manure you have the right to humiliate me?!
silently pulled off his shirt and turned his back.
Oliver froze.
His entire back was covered in scars — marks of falls, bones breaking through skin.
See?asked hoarsely.
I fell a hundred times. To learn not to fall.
He turned and looked the prince in the eyes:
But you're afraid to fall once. Not here, but there, in front of them. To hear their laughter, to see your father turn away. Choose: my yelling now, or their laughter later.
Oliver stood speechless. He looked at the groom and saw a man who knew pain better than he ever would.
That evening, Oliver sat by the stables. emerged from the darkness with a bucket.
Who taught you?the prince asked.
stopped:
My father. He was a riding master in the old royal stables.