I hate long rides, but what I hate more is the constant bluuuuuuuuurrrrr of life as a servant. It's as if your stripped of your identity, people ask if I hate it being a servant so much then why did I become one. The fact is I was forced into this job, I'm just glad my master is such a kind man. The prince is like a brother to me and I hope he finds happiness here. No-one had better make a sexist/class remark or I swear my composure will leave in an instant. I see the princess with other suitors, I wonder where my master is though...oh nuts, I've lost him again!