It's constructed from old mossy stone from the nearby river. The horse's stalls inside are wooden. There is hay scattered across a dirt floor. Along the walls there are rustic tools, such as rakes, pitch forks and tools created by the blacksmith. The grain for the horses is stored in clay pottery. Regal and majestic Thoroughbred horses occupy the stables.
stable, Outside Castle
a goat for company for the horses
dog
I am one of the king's hunting dogs. I can find the fox the fastest of all the dogs. I can also find the deer and boars because I am the best.
I have been on the hunt all day. Only now have I come to rest on the hay that is scattered around here. A hunt! I only know of sharp taste of wild onions and the whip of grass about my ankles when I run. What did you hunt? Foxes, dear goat. I am the king's fastest hound. But sometimes I hunt even deer and boars. But surely your like must have some excitement, do not these horses keep you entertained? Ha! These precious prancing ponies? Nay, good Hound. They are petty creatures with little to speak of beyond the braids in their manes and the swish of their tails. I am their only company and they mine. I am also swift. Perhaps not the king's swiftest, but would you be interested in a friendly race? A race! I do love me a good race. But sadly I am very tired from all the hunting. Perhaps you could use one of these tools here to remove my collar for me so I can sleep. Then when I awake we can run. But of course you are exhausted. Your life is filled with a violence I've never known. Pray, before I attend your collar; how does it feel to taste of your fellow animal's flesh? Alas, it is a sad life when one is compelled by nature to take the life of one's fellow animals. I do not desire to be a hunting dog, but it is the only thing I know. I envy your peaceful life here, goat. I wish I could trade places with thee. What a fascinating turn, our views into one another's lives? Who knew a dog and goat could reflect with such depth and longing? Here, good Hound, you are free of your collar.  Ah, thank you kind friend. Isn't it a shame that humans cannot understand our depth? Maybe then they would be more reflective on their actions. Indeed! Our two legged masters can be quite unthinking in their actions. To think, if they rode me as one of their prized hoses here! A good bucking would do some good. I am grateful for your honesty and insight. May you dream of many  belly rubs. You are most welcome my fellow four-legged companion. I will fall asleep in a short while. But what do you dream of when you sleep? Surely you dream of more than just these dirt floors and the river nearby. I suppose I do dream of many things. I once dreamt I was a bird and could fly. Tis silly, as I have only ever known these four legs. But it felt mightily real. Yourself?