"After you, milady." Chestnut swooped his head down as Sicillica passed him by, leading the way. "Nah, do not worry about the great and mighty Chestnut! Besides, using too much magic can be tiring."
As all unicorns possessed some amount of magic in them, Chestnut knew this well enough. His only real magic though was in his horn as he couldn't cast spells nor did he have any interesting abilities other than what his horn gave him. All unicorns were different in that regard, in terms of what powers and abilities they each possessed.
Upon entering the royal bedroom, Chestnut admired all the red and purple coloring evident, even if it was moldy and rotting. Some of it was more brown than red or purple though. Trotting over to the painting, he recognized the same man as in the other painting. "That is the same man as in the other one, King Arnaldo the Third."
Inspecting it some more, he commented again, "That has to be his wife and son too." The woman was lovely and regal as many Queens were, with hair pulled back by a sparkling crown of silver whereas the man wore one of gold. Royal garb with the ancient kingdom's insignia adorned the rich fabrics of their clothing, and the small child, a young boy of no more than ten human years, also wore expensive clothing. The faces stared back at Chestnut, stern and intelligent, as though the painting was a window into time and the past itself. In some way it was.
"Still don't know who they could have been."