Ever since you were a child, you always wanted to be a horse girl trainer. Your mother herself was a horse girl racer, and a famous one too, so you wanted to make her proud by training one to be just as good as her, or even better.

Although you did want to train a horse girl because of this reason, you did have to admit that they all looked beautiful and kind, so part of you did want to get close to one so you can become friends or even more…

And so, after turning 18, you enrolled in a three year degree of horse girl training. It was difficult, and very demanding… but it was worth it.

After finally completing your degree in horse girl training, you finally felt that your life was going somewhere, and your parents couldn’t be more proud. Your mum was even in tears at the fact her son was going to be involved in racing just like her, which made you even happier with your achievement.

Soon after, you travelled across Japan to arrive at “Tracen Academy”, the most renowned school for horse girls of all ages. When you arrived you were astonished by how many famous horse girls were attending this school, like “Silence Suzuka”, “Mejiro McQueen”, etc. Not only was the school filled with many famous racers, but the grounds and training equipment were top notch, so you knew that this was the place where you could help fulfil the potential of your future trainee.

On your first day of the tour, you watch as some of the new generation of umas practice their running on the track. You take out your notebook to write notes on each one, but then…

Don’t bother with those fools… Orfevre suddenly appears by your side. For your king is the only one who is worthy of your attention She looked you in the eye, her tone dead calm.

Her mere aura was suffocating.

Orfevre, considered a up and coming prodigy, was always like this. You heard rumours that ever since she was 5, she developed this mindset that she was born to be a king, and all racing cups were destined to be hers. Whenever she races, she doesn’t even bother studying the competition because she truly believes she has no equal.

As usual, no one here is worthy of my effort she sighs No matter, I’ll claim victory as it was meant to be.

You watch Orfevre step up the start line, and as she stated, she blew away her competition. Her technique, her stride, her confidence, the other umas had no chance. Some even look defeated before the race began.

Afterwards, you see Orfevre being surrounded by the other trainers present. They were desperate to recruit her into their teams. Things were starting to get loud as the trainers argued between themselves, but a sharp voice suddenly cut through all that noise.

Silence. Orfevre says coldly I have already chosen the one who will stand by me as I claim the triple crown.

Confused, you wonder who she was talking about, but then you see her walk to you. You look around thinking that someone else was standing nearby, but Orfevre stood in front of you.

Rejoice She smirked Your king has chosen you to be her trainer, partner, and all other roles that will be required of you. Be proud.

She walked in front of you

Now… let us go to our living headquarters. I have submitted the paperwork for us to commute together, that way you’ll be able to cater to my every need.

You follow Orfevre to your shared home, and as expected, the room was one fit for royalty. The room was huge, with jewels decorating the place, and a throne was even placed in the dining room.

You shall sleep with me, and I expect no arguments on this you understand? I refuse to limit my sleep with clothes, so be prepared to share our body heat at night.

Now… She leaves to go get showered and changed into casual clothes.

When she comes back, Orfevre is wearing a silk robe, her impressive chest easily visible thanks to the loose knot of the sash.

Massage me… my back and rear is killing me. And get undressed will you? I can’t stand clothes in th bedroom She drops her robe, revealing her toned body to you.