The nearest stable had been a mile or more from the spot where we had been dropped. The broken carriage had been left unattended with the hope that none would touch it. Even if they did, the monarch was always bound to find out, especially since he seemed to know each and every person in the palace. That is according to what he had mentioned to me during our walk.
"Milord, must you always wear the cloak when you are outside?" I asked as we trudged towards the stable that came into our view a few minutes ago.
"If I must hide the mask from my face to prove that I am from the common folk and not the king, it is the only way," he answered. "Why would the foreigner try to input this information in her head? Are you a spy as I presume?"
"I am only curious about things. Even if I was a spy, my negative answer wouldn't appease you, Sire. But to answer your question, I am not one."
