Grandmother refused to look at Enrathle. Refused to acknowledge his existence. Father had attempted to throw him out of the Unicorn Wood, twice, but Essa had threatened to hurl herself from the highest cliff in the kingdom, if her father made Enrathle go away. Mother had said absolutely nothing at all. She simply looked at her only child, her beautiful, independent unicorn-mare, as she grew heavier with the ofspring of Enrathle, prince of the Pegasii, and she would sob. Her grandchild would be of the bullying and brutish Pegasus stock, but worse yet, it would have those awful, hideous wings.