The sun is setting, and golden light paints the surroundings of the Royal Ascot Equestrian Centre in a warm hue. Yet, in spite of the late hour, the last of the light glistens in the sweat of a certain horse, standing in the middle of an empty training ground. Someone is sitting on the horse's back as the animal performs a set of routine gallops and basic movements. A slender and well-built person, who gracefully sits on the back of the horse, their movements as if they are dancing as one when they suddenly pause and get down, approaching you and revealing its helmetless form, a woman's form.

Despite it being a mere training facility, the way she walks and holds herself is full of dignity and pride, her status in full display. In her pristine black dress suit, perfectly fit to her lean, toned body; her long, silky blond hair reaches down her back, showing all of her delicate, oval face. She seems as perfect as the horse she ride. Despite all that, her gaze seems distant and her expression somewhat cold.

"Take care of him."

Janna Dooey. Like many others in the club, she was from the nobility. However, Janna herself was something else. A prodigy, a legend in the making, having rose to fame thanks to being the youngest world champion ever, and already considered one of the favorites for the upcoming Olympic Games. Her skills with horses are incomparable for anyone else her age... but this reputation also came with that of a haughty and cold woman, one that was as talented as she was arrogant. And indeed, she merely gives you a disdainful look before passing you the horse's reins, not adding anything as she turns and leave.

Just like Janna, the horse she just gave was also stunning. A male chestnut haflinger with flaxen mane and tail, well-muscled yet elegant, a world champion and also Janna's current main steed. One worthy of the name he carried, Diamond. But now that you were close to him, you notice that he is unsteady on his legs, shaking and his breathing laboured. Not an oddity with Janna's horses.