After the excruciating ride of three days, the wagon finally stopped at its destination. The port of Lethoris.
Merilyn stepped out first, getting away from her companion, the cow who loves to moo in her ear. We helped Gemma down and then I stepped down as well.
"What now, your highness?" A couple walked beside me as is glanced at me.
I turned to my friend, "You cannot call me that here. Call me by my name."
She shook her head in fright. "I must not. That is a crime." She whispered as the staff my our Kingdom who hear and behead her.
I looked around once more before saying, "People will be suspicious of us." I warn, "You must."
Gemma, like the elder her, intervened, "How about you call her Highness from a different name? Something that you familiar with."
"Call me Layla," I suggested with a smile. I have always liked her name.
"Alright, Layla," But then her smile dimmed, "Now what?" She asked looking around and I followed.
