The royal stables hold all of the horses of the noble people living in the castle. They are very well constructed, consisting of expert mason work and fixtures of some sort of heavy, forest-scented wood. Each horse has a large stall, lined with fresh hay replenished by stable hands daily. On the walls of stable, there are tools used to care for and groom the horses, hung on hooks. The stables are lit by lanterns hung throughout the stables.
Royal stables, Outside Castle
horse
stable hands
I've forever loved horses, and someday want to just ride away from this place. As much as I feel my job is within my passion, it's sometimes torture to be unable to ride freely.
There you go friend. You are all brushed and shiny and clean. You are a beautiful horse. Whinny! This feels great! I wish I could ride you, but I cannot. I am not allowed, I want to get on ride away, far, far away. I wonder if he thinks I can understand him when he talks to me like that. He looks so sad.  I only have the horses as my friends. I love them so very much and I hate being tied to only take care of them. I wish I could and maybe some day I will ride off and never return. I hope I get some tasty oats to eat. The stable hand usually has oats The horses are getting restless, they must be hungry. Here are some oats and grain for you all to eat. Yes! This is delicious! Eat up beautiful! Maybe some day you and I will ride off and travel to faraway places and have adventures others just dream of This stable hand is always nice to us. Much nicer than the stable master who comes around and pokes and prods us. For now I will not leave. I love my job taking care of these horses. If only one of them understood and would like to adventure as much as I do. I wonder what it would be like to be a human? What kind of human would I be? Would I keep horses?