We set out for the capital the next day. On foot. Yes, on foot. Because my great mistress Princess Cordelia finds being able to walk a gift from gods and wishes to use her legs till they cramp so bad you wish you have tail instead.
So we began trekking over mountains, over hills, over muddy roads to the capital. I tried persuading Cordelia otherwise. I told her we might be late for the Festivals she wished to go if we walked there instead of riding there. She replied by saying if she missed this year's one, she could still wait for next year's. She's currently in a walking mood, so we're going to walk there.
How I wish her walking mood suddenly turns into a riding mood.
"Why did you help me?" Cordelia suddenly asks.
"Pardon?"
"Why did you help me and betray your master?"
"I..." I could not possibly say something possessed me, so I went through with that crazy plan, could I?
"It's complicated, Princess."
