Alessandro nods lightly, "I am sure she will, I think she already does." The prince gave the fae a look over as if trying to figure out something, how could an animal have such a distaste for a person by mere looks. While he was certain animals saw, felt, heard, smelled and tasted more than a human ever could but any plaques or stories usually had fae and animals closely knit. With a quiet tone, "Perhaps it is the blood on your hands." Animals were sensitive to such things after all and perhaps the blood of all the people slain was what drove the animals into frenzy, perhaps his sweet dappled filly only accepted him since Alessandro already seemingly had? It was not time for ponderings however and with out so much as time to explain his own musings out came that great beast lead by not one but two stable hands. It was an impressive horse, intimidating even and yet he'd have given his boots to have any one else ride the animal. About to take a step he heard the two stable hands talking and was forced to hold his position. While their quiet mutterings were hard to hear in a quiet stable it was not hard to pick out their words. The prince adopted a casual face, seemingly sizing his horse up from a far but one hand balled slowly into a fist behind his back and out of sight of the stable hands. As they continued it was hard for Alessandro to keep his face neutral, he approached with quiet heel clicks against the cobble stone and the pair had already quietened before Alessandro reached them. A prince didn't speak against rumours, they beget more rumours and showed poor quality and breeding. He reached for the stallions snout and smoothed his fingers across his broad snout avoiding the teeth should his beast decided to bite out of fear. The words spoken had stung his pride and worse insulted Rei, while the boy was a mere servant he was also fae and Alessandro wasn't sure how much the boy would take or if he'd even bring his people to crush their castle should he be insulted enough. However Alessandro had to be careful with how he addressed this situation, he could not be seen showing sympathy and favoritism to a foreign body guard. Taking the reins he wrapped them in his fingers and without the aid of the hands who offered him a step made of laced fingers he swung up into the saddle despite the horses agitation. The horse stamped and paced on the spot, "Do see yourselves to the stream, your stench is upsetting The Beast." Looking down upon the stable hands with his pale eyes narrowed to mere emerald slits as sharp as one of Rei's blades, his features set in a firm frown much like his fathers and his father before him. With his long black wig he in fact looked much like the founder of their blood line, a portrait of which hung in the halls as a reminder. "You need to saddle SilverWind, get to it and make sure she is ready to ride before I get too bored waiting." His tone was as sharp as his words and when the two stable hands released the reigns 'The beast' as was becoming his name attempted to rear and throw its rider. Alessandro leaned forward and held tight to the reigns managing to stay on and make it look effortless while whispering words to the beast meant to soothe his anxious spirit. All horses needed breaking in, SIlverWind was easy, she had not been ready to ride at first, too young and she needed preparing for such a task so they had spent days walking and bonding. Though most riders received theirs as he had The Beast, as gifts ready to saddle but not necessarily ready for a rider. When the horse had dropped back to its hooves it paced uncomfortably before attempting to take off, being stilled by a jerk of the reigns and a quiet instruction. When the beast stood still Alessandro ran his fingers through his mane and caressed his neck, glancing down to Rei he offered a brief smile, "We're going to the old mounds, it'll be an easy first ride." The old mounds were an ancient graveyard, hundreds of years prior people had dug into the hills and buried their dead in the mounds. These days the graves were simpler and the mounds were only used for kings and their family. Over grown now it was a place filled with grass, wild flowers and vines overgrowing across the old hand carved stones that had paved the path all the way to the doors -many of which were collapsed or crumbled- to the tombs. Only their blood lines still stood the test of time, patched with newer stones giving it a beautiful but ancient feel.