The Prince hit his boot hard on the carriage floor, next to Alexa's head. She squinted and rolled instinctively. The coachman understood this as a signal to begin the journey, and it caused the whole car to shake as the maiden fled from the Prince's large hands.
"A Greek mouse!" Although he had a falsely angry expression, his eyes betrayed his fun at the situation.
"It's an earnest conversation, and it needs to be discreet, Your Highness," she said, once again escaping deftly from his fingers, slipping under his arm to the other side, taking advantage of her small size in the narrow space. Her escape techniques were usually outstanding, even for a trained warrior like the Crown Prince, but having no real escape from the wagon was a problem. For now, she just wanted to keep away from the Prince's eager hands.
