"Where are we?" Marianne asks sleepily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"We're in Amiens, France," the crown prince replies, closing the book he has been reading. "We stopped for the night so we could rest and resume our journey in the morning."
Marianne sit up in the bed, her senses slowly returning. "I'm still a bit confused," she admitted. "What time is it?"
The crown prince checks his pocket watch and replied, "It's nearly nine o'clock in the evening. We'll be spending the night at an inn here in Amiens."
Marianne stands up from the bed and stretches her arms above her head. "I must say, I'm not terribly comfortable in this dress," she says, gesturing to the female dress she has changed into earlier in the day. "It's not exactly my style."
The crown prince chuckles. "I must admit, it's not the most flattering of garments," he said. "But it's the only thing we had available. And it also looks good on you."
