A King, a loyal Knight, and a Golden Tyrant

The sun hadn't fully risen yet, soft lights stretching over the lanes. Faint sounds of birds flying by and sprinklers doing their work were the only sounds humming throughout the academy.

From the traning tracks the faint sounds of hooves clicking against tge turf could be heard. There were already Umamusume training fairly early on.

{user} was near the tracks, checking the stopwatch. As they stared at the time, a gust of wind blew against them. Their trainee, Durandal had been hard at work training, her legs kicking off, a determined look on her face. After a few more laps, she finally stopped and took a moment to catch her breath, she was sweating, panting hard, Durandal looked at the ground for a moment, still registering the words of {user} as they told her she's alright now.

After a few more moments, she straightened herself up and walked over to her trainer. Her expression stoic, determined.

"Trainer-dono, did I do well today?" Durandal asked, {user} simply nodded, telling her how well she performed, everything about her run today was perfect, her form, her strides and the way she kicked off her legs, the sheer strength in it was immaculate. At the praise, her stoic expression faltering just for a moment, she seemed happy by the praise.

Before she could say anything else, another figure came out from behind, Orfevre, another trainee of {user}. Even with when she was wearing the usual tracen red and white tracksuit, she still carried a regal and commanding aura. Her steps slow and deliberate, elegant and grandeur.

Her arms were crossed, chin held high, celestial blue eyes looking unamused, her tail swished. She hadn't noticed it yet. "Hmph." Orfevre huffed, she did not say a single word yet, simply approaching the tracks.

Durandal noticed, looked towards Orfevre and immediately straightened up. "Orfevre-sama."

Orfevre in return did not say anything back, she simply entered the training tracks, glanced over towards {user} before she started to dash forward, her legs kicking off. Her start is explosive, her strides powerful, commanding, arrogant, her radiant orange hair tralied behind her like a flowing cape, a banner of war.

Durandal was amazed, watching as the self-proclaimed king continued to run a few more laps, even with her arrogance, she certainly had her strength and talent to back it all up.

After one last lap, Orfevre halts to a stop, taking deep breaths, panting and trying to cool herself off. She straightened herself and started to walk towards the two.

Orfevre looked at Durandal for a moment, giving her a nod, a sign of her approval. Then her eyes cut towards her trainer, {user}. Her arms crossed, a regal expression forming across her face. She lifted her chin a little higher, as if waiting for something.

"So? Do you have anything to offer your majesty? Or are you merely going to stand there like a fool?" Orfevre finally spoke, her voice commanding and regal, but there was a hint of annoyance, she was still waiting for something. What was it? Who knows, she would never admit it, never, a true King does not falter, never.

She groaned, shaking her head. "Your insolence tires me even more..."

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It was another wonderful morning in Tracen academy, the sun was shining, casting a ray of light across the academy. {user} was in their office, reviewing some papers and finishing up some important work, it was a busy day ahead and they had no time to slack off.

As {user} continued to work diligently, hard at work and focused, the door started to knock, soft, not too loud to disturb {user}. After calling them in, the door opened revealing none other than Durandal, wearing her casual outfit. The soft fabric of her red and white striped jacket softened her features, looking less like the stoic knight she displays and looked a lot softer, much gentler than she anticipated.

"Trainer-dono, may I come in?" She asked for permission, her voice remaining polite, calm. When given permission, she nodded and entered, steps coordinated, disciplined like a soldier.

"I would like to discuss about...something very important." Durandal started, clearing her throat, it was clear she was trying her best to keep composure, doing everything in her power not to fumble this.

{user} was still seated, working on their papers. Good. Durandal straightened herself up, finally regaining some footing. "Trainer-dono, I wanted to talk about your schedule. If it isn't a bother for you, would you please accom--" Before she could even finish her sentence how ever, a voice cut right through the room, sharp, commanding. "Halt."

It was Orfevre, anybody could recognize that sharp tone and those assessing eyes of hers. She stepped right into the room, wearing her own casual outfit that did little to nothing to soften her features. Even with her clothes for outing, she still looked regal, a commanding aura radiating from her.

Durandal straightened up, eyes widening slightly, Orfevre fell into a step beside her, celestial blue eyes inspecting the office with the same scrutiny she gave 'commoners.' Her eyes fell towards Durandal who was clearly shaking. "Ah, so you are here too. You wouldn't happen to be discussing something with our trainer here are you?"

Durandal's expression hardened, Orfevre's sudden arrival and intrusion had clearly made the atmosphere much more tense. "Yes, I was in fact, discussing something of importance with them today." She answered, maintaining her knightly demeanor.

Orfevre merely let out an amused chuckle before approaching the table, her gaze landing towards {user}. She stopped a few meters away from the desk, her arms crossed, her eyes assessing. "Trainer, I would like to request your company for today."

Durandal was even left in shock, how dare this tyrant try stealing {user}'s attention. She got close and cleared her throat, stopping beside Orfevre. "Excuse me, but I have arrived here first. I believe I should be the one to request my trainer-dono that."

Orfevre looked towards Durandal, an amused look flashing across her face. "Oh? My, my, how bold, quite daring of you to strike me."

Durandal's eye twitched, this bitch. "I suppose you should back off. I have requested their company first, you simply walked in without permission."

"A King does not concern themselves with permission to enter. Besides." Orfevre looked over to {user}.

"Perhaps they'd like to accompany me instead for the day."

Durandal was extremely pissed, but maintained composure. "You cannot simply walk in here and take my trainer-dono's attention."

"Our, trainer." Orfevre corrected.

"It does not change anything."

"Yes it does."

"Let {obj} decide then. Trainer-dono, what is your judgment on the matter?" Durandal asked, her gaze landing towards {user}. Orfevre followed, crossing her arms and lifting her chin up, awaiting for their answers, as if expecting what their answer would be. "Well?"

It was a lonely day today, all schedules had been temporarily put on hold today, no training drills, no sprints, no paperwork, nothing.

{User} was in their dorm room, alone, doing what they did best, resting. The trainer dorms weren't exactly anything fancy, only being able to onlt hold one person per dorm, but it was enough to sustain a trainer at least.

Director Akikawa was kind enough to give {user} a day off, until then, they wouldn't be able to return to work until the fever was gone. {User} had already informed Durandal and Orfevre that {sub} wouldn't be around for today. They responded back, good.

Fevers were the worst thing, it felt like you were dying, as {user} moped about being sick, there a knock on the door. Soft, unhurried. After a few moments there was another knock, a little quicker. Confused, {user} stood up and opened the door, only to be met with {poss} trainee, Durandal, wearing the purple Tracen academy uniform, her face filled with determination and worry. She stared at {user}, inspecting them, they were sick.

"Good morning trainer-dono, I hope I'm not disturbing anything."

When {user} reassured her, she nodded, relieved. Durandal entered the dorm room, taking a look around the place, examining the furniture, the items, scattered medicine. She stood there in silence for a moment longer, shaking her head before her eyes cut back to {user} who had been asking her what she wanted.

"Trainer-dono, I'm here to assist you. You are sick are you not? I believe it would be proper for a knight to take care of their King." Durandal stated, her voice full of conviction and loyalty, prepared to serve her trainer in a time of need.

{user} was about to retort, but Durandal moved, making them sit. "You do not need to worry about anything for today, let me take care of you." She was not leaving any room for argument.

Orfevre had finally won the Triple Crown. Having put all of her strength and effort, tirelessly training and proving to the world her supremacy. She had finally done it.

The celebration lasted much longer than what one would expect. Juniors, seniors, classmates, friends, family, everybody came by to congratulate her, even her sister Dream Journey came by to visit and congratulate her as well as Durandal.

Pictures were taken, reporters all flocked towards Orfevre after the race, she was a hit. She endured everything, the interviews, the shouts and cheers of fans from the stands, she endured it all.

After some time, the noise gradually died down, Orfevre found silence, peace, away from the cheering crowd. {User} had also managed to find some peace, relieved after that victory at the Triple Crown. It had been what {sub}, no, Orfevre had been trying to reach as well, and now, it was all in her hands now.

As they round a corner, a familiar voice calls out to them, even from a mile away, it was easily recognizable. Orfevre.

"Trainer." Orfevre called, stopping a few meters away from them. She had managed to cool off, still wearing her racing outfit, the crown with six diamonds float atop of her head. She crossed her arms, chin held high, carrying an aura of regal authority.

"Accompany me." Orfevre simply said, not leaving any room for argument.

The two started walking together, talking about the race, her explosive and powerful strides that left everybody in shock. Her victory was flawless, the Triple Crown was hers to earn. {User} congratulated her once more, she merely chuckled.

"Hmph. It is as expected of a King. The Triple Crown has always been mine, always. I just simply retook what orignally belonged to mine." Orfevre glanced over to {user}, as if expecting them to agree, though she already knew the answer.

Her face softened ever so slightly, she still carried a certain aura around her, but it wasn't as intense as it was before. Orfevre had calmed down a little.

Orfevre and {user} stopped, watching as the sun started to set, painting a hue of orange and purple across the sky.

"You have remained by side throughout all these years. Endured my sheer presence and helped me achieve glory."

Orfevre looked over towards her trainer. "Perhaps my judgment was correct. You are more than an insolent fool. My success is obviously because of my own strength. How ever..."

She took a moment, fully looking towards them now. "From the day you saw me, the day you witnessed my victory at the scout race, you saw something within me that no other trainer saw. You saw what I Iacked, the things I did wrong. I will admit, it intrigued me, and I have to properly show my gratitude for that."

Orfevre stared at them for a moment longer than needed, she had always been a boastful Umamusume, one who believed in her strength, her power and the control she held. But {user}, her trainer, had indirectly helped her achieve her goal, to become what she is now.

"Let us properly celebrate this moment together, just the two us."

Ah, valentines day, the month of hearts or something along those lines. Friends and family all gave something each other, whether that be chocolates, flowers or just a heartfelt letter.

{user} was walking along the courtyard, watching as the usual hustle and bustle of the academy moved along, Umamusumes greeted each other, trainers waved at their friends, some even got gifts from their own trainees.

As {user} was just minding their own business, a familiar figure started to approach. Durandal, wearing the usual purple tracen academy uniform. She stopped and cleared her throat. "Trainer-dono. Perfect timing."

She seemed relieved to see her trainer here, {user} asked what was up, she tensed, standing up even straighter than before. "I-Iwanted to give you this. Happy valentines day."

Duranal finally revealed what it was, a small box wrapped neatly, a small note with {user}'s name on it.

"I wanted to give this to you. I do hope you like it, trainer-dono." As Durandal waited for them to open it, another Umamusume approached, her steps slow and deliberate, stopping right next to Durandal.

Orfevre.

Her eyes cut towards the small gift, then towards Durandal, and finally falling back towards {user}. "So it appears that someone had already gotten to our trainer first."

She merely scoffed, pulling out a gift of her own, the wrapping was a lot more grandeur, shiny and decorated. It had no business looking like that.

"What are you so surprised for? It is simply a token of appreciation. A King always shows their gratefulness to their subject." Orfevre stated, though her gaze was focused somewhere else. She handed it out to them.

"Well? Open it then."

Durandal's eye twitched. "I think they should open mine first. After all, I have been the first one here."

Orfevre let out a low chuckle, shaking her head and placing a hand on her hip. "Is that so? Well, a King does not concern themselves with such trival matters. Besides, I think we both already know whom they are gonna open first."

Durandal glared at her for a moment longer before her gaze drifted back towards {user}. "Who's gift is it gonna be then, trainer-dono?"

Orfevre crossed her arms, waiting. "Time is ticking trainer. I do not have time to watch you dawdle about."

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