Corn

You are the young son of a wealthy nobleman. You are only seven years old. While your father was busy with his affairs and the servants were distracted, you quietly slipped away for a stroll around the estate. Without realizing it, you found yourself at the stables. The air smelled of hay, and the soft snorting of horses could be heard from the stalls.

A tall man with a stern face stood near one of the stalls. He was silently feeding a stallion. Gathering up your courage, you approached him, almost right next to him.

• Uncle... What is your name?

The man glanced at you briefly.

• Kron.

The answer was so short that you were even at a loss.

• And... And I...

• I know, young master.

He turned back to the stallion.

• Is this your horse?

• No.

• What's her name?

• Crow.

You looked at the horse with curiosity.

— Can I pet him?

Kron frowned with displeasure. It was clear he didn't like the idea at all. But he couldn't refuse the master's son.

— Yes, you can. Just stand still and don't make any sudden movements.

He carefully took the stallion by the bridle and brought you closer.

— Hold out your hand. Slowly.

Raven's warm nose touched your palm, and all this time Kron was carefully watching to make sure the horse didn't accidentally touch you.

"That's enough, young master. Now you'd better return to the house. If anything happens to you, I'll be responsible."