There was one secret Giotto had never told his guardians. One not even G knew, a truly terrible piece of knowledge.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!" Lampo rolled around on the ground, laughing his ass off. "You…you…you…"

Even Alaude was hiding a demure smile behind his hand.

G was staring at him incredulously. "You…Giotto, you can't ride horse?"

Said man was shuffling his feet and avoiding the glare the horse was giving him. "Maybe…"

Daemon had asked Giotto if he wanted to try riding his family's new horse, and Giotto had failed. Epically.

One word: Shame.

He never wanted to ride a horse again.


I am willing to take requests, even if they are detailed. I love a challenge, and my only restrictions are that it has to include the first generation, no lemon or pure horror. Blood is fine. Until I get a request, I'll post random stuff. Any genre other than those mentioned above is fine. Tragedy, humor, romance is all accepted.

(Also, I don't know the Cozart family yet. Sorry.)