Prince Jon may not deserve what came to him, but the situation is still funny nonetheless.
Whose fault it was depends on who you ask. The prince insists the attack had been unprovoked. But the witch had looked upset enough to warrant name-calling claims of the “old fat cow” variety.
“Serves you right,” Sam sneers, keeping the horse in a steady trot, leaving the isolated hut in the woods and her cousin’s stag behind.
On her shoulder, Prince Jon lets out a tiny croak of protest, webbed paws struggling to keep traction.
“Kissing frog princes is so last year, though…”
*Inspired by the prompt a brand new you, effective tomorrow from The Daily Post.