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
the king
a goat for company for the horses
I'm a goat that belongs to a farmer. I spend most of my days in the fields with the horses. I get along with the horses and they treat me like I was one of them. I like to eat grass and anything else the farmer brings me. I like to run in the fields with the horses.
What's it like to be a crazy king who hangs out in a barn talking with goats. Baaahh. BY the gods! A talking goat! Oh yeah. I speak goat and horse and human. I'm trilingual. That is quite impressive.  Are you enchanted? I don't think so, I think it's a side effect of all the good grass I eat. I have never heard you speak before. You have to admit that it is quite odd. Is this a ... recent development? Not for me. I've been talking with these horses for years. They treat me just as if I was one of them.  They never shut up either. Oh, I know the feeling of dealing with people that never shut up.  It seems that all I do all day is listen to my subjects whining about this, that and the next thing! Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. This is a pretty easy gig. The farmer tells me to hang out with the horses and that's the entirety of my responsibilities. I have to admit, I like it here in the stables.  It's quiet, relaxing and I can get away from it all without all of the fawning and the such like that goes on up in the castle.   I hear you. I don't have to pull any plows or clean up after the horses or anything really. I just eat this sweet, sweet grass whenever I want. Sweet.  Personally I like pies. Fruit pies, meat pies, hand pies, pot pies.  Heck, I'll even go for a decent quiche in a pinch!