"Where are you heading to, princess?"
"Home." Elizebeth plopped her stomach on the horse. "Home is the best." She hugged the horse's neck.
Zack examined the overly tired princess. Her condition looked weak and weird. She was obviously haggard and trembling. No one seemed to notice her shivered body, though. Or more to the princess hid her condition.
"What a nice kid," like it or not, Zack had to acknowledge her hard work.
"My people will be frantic once they learn about my condition. I can't let them lose their concentration. I'd rather lose my consciousness inside my own chamber."
Zack sighed as he stared at the lifeless limb of the princess. A worry flashed over his eyes. She had a labored breath with a heavy sweat trickling down her forehead. He had no idea how the princess could fool the obvious sign.
"You look like a sick patient."
"I am, indeed." Elizebeth laughed, her lips opened wide. "Be careful and be well."
