Miles followed the Prince as they creeped their way to the far east side of the castle. He found himself getting irritated at the slow pace that they were going at, and found himself wanting to simply sprint his way to the stable. He would have done just that too, but he had a feeling that he would have ended up getting lost on his way to the stables. So, Miles found himself enduring the slow pace.

To say that he was happy when the Prince told him to make a run for it would be an understatement. He felt himself get ready a bit, before taking off. He got there in no time, and was forced to unfortunately wait for the Prince to arrive. Surprisingly, it wasn't that much of a wait. The Prince was slower than most people that Miles knew, but for a Prince--a person who didn't have much experience with running--he was rather quick.

Miles nodded at what the Prince said, not saying a word as he went towards the doors of the stable, leaning up against the door frame. He watched the backs of a couple of guards as they rounded the corners of the castle, ignoring the area of the stable all together. Apparently they didn't consider the stable a good enough place to check. Maybe it simply wasn't used all too often. He ran a hand through his hair as he turned to look at the Prince, and the horse that was prepared for him. He walked over to the horse and hopped on, muttering a quick "Thanks" to the Prince, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. He wasn't used to saying them, in fact Miles never thanked anyone for anything, but for some reason he felt that the "thanks" was in order.

After all, the Prince was helping him escape, wether he realized it or not.

In fact, Miles found this whole situation rather hilarious. The Prince himself, the one who was in line for the throne, was helping one of the most dangerous and well known criminals escape possible jail time; even possible execution! Of course, Miles knew that the Prince didn't know that Miles was the infamous "gang hopper", but still.

As he and the Prince entered the hunting ground, the trees beginning to surround them and the castle becoming lost to the eye, Miles felt slight curiosity as to where the Prince would go. Surely he didn't really know anyone outside of the castle. Or at least, he wasn't close enough to anyone.

"Hey, " he voiced his thoughts, "Where are you gonna go, Sir Prince?" Even Miles himself heard the teasing tone in his voice. "If you don't have anywhere to hideout for a while, you can come to my house. It's small, but it's hidden."

As soon as the words left Miles' mouth, he felt his eyes widen. He hadn't meant to say that. No, he hadn't wanted to say that! Why would he invite anyone to his home? He rarely even went there himself. It was simply a place to go when he wasn't with any gangs.

"Too late to take it back now," Miles muttered quietly enough so that the Prince wouldn't hear. He offered a small, fake smile to the Prince.