Answer:
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
A mysterious, fantastic creature, It has one defining feature, And for humans at their worst, In their eyes it's just a horse
A king without a crown
A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
I am wingless but airborne, and when I meet your gaze tears will fall from your eyes. What am I?
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.