>>631190"Very well. I will expect your highness to return promptly." He gives a stern nod to the two rams and one of the personal guards, Steward Ramsford, sits across from you in the carriage, as per your father's orders someone is supposed to stay with you to keep you safe. Still, Steward is one of the more easygoing guards, and your destination isn't dangerous.
Your carriage smells like liliacs and the seats are almost as comfortable as what you're used to in dinning hall, but no as good as your bedroom's study chair, now
that is worthy of a prince. But you hardly have time to think of that as you hear the shouts of the crowd outside, Steward peaking out the window and shaking his head. "Its nothing to worry about, they are worked up about the trade laws again."