If she wins this race, then both mother and daughter will have conquered the Japanese Oaks—an unheard-of feat. The venue is filled with both expectations and doubts, each weighing heavily on this one racer's shoulders.
But the moment the Empress takes to the turf, all the commotion is blown away in a burst of wind. For her, even the wind is but another of her subjects. She heads towards the starting gate with confident strides.
Her sharp eyes demand absolute fealty from all who face her. Her fingers clench into a fist so tight her nails dig into her skin.
She desires perfection. She hungers for victory. Her pride as Empress is her weapon.
"This race is mine for the taking."
But the moment the Empress takes to the turf, all the commotion is blown away in a burst of wind. For her, even the wind is but another of her subjects. She heads towards the starting gate with confident strides.
Her sharp eyes demand absolute fealty from all who face her. Her fingers clench into a fist so tight her nails dig into her skin.
She desires perfection. She hungers for victory. Her pride as Empress is her weapon.
"This race is mine for the taking."