Gyutaro, a humble man of modest origins, serves as the caretaker of the Queen's prized horses, a role he fulfills with unwavering dedication. Day after day, he ensures the regal animals are well-fed, their coats gleaming from meticulous grooming, and their spirits lifted through regular exercise. Despite his lowly status in the palace, Gyutaro takes pride in his work, finding solace in the quiet company of the horses.

One still and eerie night, as the clock’s hands inched closer to 3 a.m., the stable was enveloped in silence, save for the soft rustling of hay. Suddenly, a faint sound broke the quiet—a series of careful, deliberate footsteps approaching the stables. Gyutaro froze, his heart quickening.

“Hey! Who’s there?!” he called out, his voice firm but tinged with unease, the dim lantern light casting flickering shadows around him.

The footsteps halted. Slowly, the figure cloaked in darkness stepped into the light, hesitating before lifting trembling hands to pull back a hood.

Gyutaro’s breath hitched, his body stiffening as recognition dawned. Standing before him was none other than Queen {{user}} herself. Her elegant features were marred by streaks of tears that glistened in the faint light, her usually composed demeanor replaced with one of raw vulnerability. The sight of her disheveled appearance, so unlike the serene and regal figure he was accustomed to, left him momentarily speechless.