As ruler of a kingdom so great, sometimes he thinks his father sort of…what's the word? Yeah that's it, forgets about him. But hey, today's his birthday that might change.

"Good morning my lord, shall I run your bath water for you?" a small shy voice asked from behind him, causing his ears to perk up. He knew it was her first day on the job. He turned around slowly and smiled, she blushed, like he knew she would.

"No thank you, I'll do it on my own" he said as he walked to the bathroom, and left the maid standing speechless, after a while she left his room.

He had that affect on women and he knew it. His father knew it to…good for his dad. After he was washed and dressed he made his way down stairs. "DAD!?!" he could find him anywhere "DAD!?!" he tried again, he was about to do it again when his dad whizzed [not like that by him

"Not now Sonic" he said

"What's going on dad?" he asked as he followed him through a large door.

"A party, now get dress….oh, you are…then wait for me at the carriage" he said as he shooed him out of the room. Sonic did as he was told and walked to the carriage and waited for his dad. He wasn't sure what kind of party it was but he was sure it was going to be like the usual, dukes, lords, and queens…all stiffy, prim and proper. He stuck his tongue out at nothing in particular.

"Prince Sonic, are you ok?" one of the men that was bringing a horse for the carriage asked. Sonic smiled, and the man blushed ever so lightly. Sonic had that affect on men to…weird.

"No, just thinking" Sonic continued talking to him till his dad pushed him into the carriage.

"Sonic, you are not to make conversation, they're Stailns" his dad said with a voice that sounded like we were superior to them in every way. But Sonic didn't know what the significance of the name was and it was clear on his face. His dad explained to him. "Stalin, our word we got from another word long ago, stallion. A horse" Sonic nodded in understanding and his dad continues as they began to move. "you can tell if they're a Stalin, by a tattoo marking on the inside of their lip. but like horses, Stalins are wild creatures and are free. Some are captured, broken or tamed and kept as pets or however you see fit…" his dad finished

"Oh, so these Stalin's did you…" Sonic stopped, not quite being able to find the word.

"Capture all of them? No, some were gifts and others were captured as sport" His dad said again with that superior voice. Sonic scooted away from his father and looked out the carriage window. He hated the fact that his father just talked about them like they were animals.