I saw that Marianne seemed pleased to find us willing to join for a visit to the Camelot Royal Palace. I don't know what the relationship between the two of them is. However, seeing the closeness in the middle of the conversation, I'm sure they have been friends for quite a while.
"How is His Majesty King Philip doing?" Beatrice asked.
"He's fine. Looks like he's enjoying his prime at Camelot," Marianne replied.
I felt that Beatrice would occasionally glance at me as if trying to incorporate myself into their conversation. I can only obey if bad things happen. This is the risk I must take when desperate to enter the lion's den.
"You can leave your horse carriage here. Get in my carriage," Marianne pleaded. I squealed at the surprising request from her.
