The Sunspire Girls who see him kinda follow him back home

Physically, Goldy was fine. Very fine, if one asked him. But he was stressing out. He felt like he was going mental, which was terrible because it caused grey fur. And he rather liked his palette. But what he liked even more were the footfalls of Seabreeze, her own unique appearance. The arrogant prince found the thin, willowy and wounded female somewhat of a goddess. That was how his father had described the attraction to his mother, at least.

Ah - Seabreeze! He remembered her name well, too well for what someone else would consider a stranger. Yes- Yes, I believe I am unharmed. He smoothed his mane yet again, a nervous tick he'd call it, but mother had called it vanity. Are you fairing well? He asked nonchalantly, concern yet to be sparked in the generally uncaring young man.