Getting out of the boutique was a bit of a struggle of its own.
"Sir Gradral, why won't you open the door?" I asked, looking up at him. "What are we waiting for?"
His hand which was still on the door handle, didn't budge. "There seems to be...a complication."
I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. "What's happened now?"
"It seems that the carriage from the palace has attracted quite a crowd outside. Many people are excited to see the princess so close to her -um-coming of age," he said. I noticed that Sir Gradral was clearly tense, a nerve on his forehead popping out.
"It's fine. I'll just wait by the door. It'd be best if you go out alone and diffuse the crowd." I said, shoo'ing him out.
