Llywelyn the Great, a revered leader, lived in this village. He cherished his hunting trips with his trusted wolfhound, Gelert.

Gelert was more than a pet. He was Llywelyn's companion, his guardian, and his friend. Together, they were a formidable team.

One day, Llywelyn returned from his hunting trip, excited to see his infant child. But all he found was an overturned cradle, and Gelert with a blood-smeared mouth.

Overcome with horror, he assumed Gelert had harmed his child. In a fit of rage and grief, he drew his sword and struck the loyal wolfhound.

Soon after, he heard the faint cries of his baby, untouched under the cradle. Beside him lay a dead wolf, killed by Gelert to protect the child.

Llywelyn was filled with regret. He had killed his faithful friend, who had saved his child. The king, once full of joy, was now shrouded in sorrow.

In his remorse, Llywelyn decided to honor Gelert. He buried him with great ceremony under the grand oak tree, marking the grave with a stone.

The villagers joined their leader in his sorrow. They named the village Beddgelert, meaning 'Gelert's Grave', in honor of the loyal wolfhound.

Though years passed, Llywelyn could still hear Gelert's dying yelp. A constant reminder of his hasty decision and the price of his regret.

The once vibrant leader, now lived a life of solemnity. The smile that once adorned his face was replaced with a constant expression of melancholy.

The tale of Gelert, the loyal wolfhound, became a legend in Beddgelert. The villagers told this story to their children, a tale of loyalty and regret.

Llywelyn's remorse was a powerful lesson for all - to value loyalty, to not judge hastily, and to cherish the bond between man and beast.