The coach has just pulled over for the third time so that I could settle my queasy stomach. Each time, my family groans in annoyance. But they can’t say I didn’t warn them. When our coach stops, the entire royal caravan has to stop, too, so no doubt there is groaning up and down the line. We are only going for two nights, and yet besides our luxurious carriage, we have four royal guards on horseback and three coaches filled with luggage, the customary gifts, and Mother’s lady-in-waiting, a woman named Clea who has attended my mother for twenty years. I climb back in the carriage and wrap my cloak tight around me. We pull back onto the road, and the rest of the caravan follows. The guards take up their places on all sides of our coach. I gaze out at them, envious of the fresh air on their faces, the freedom they enjoy from the confining carriage. I cross my arms over my chest, trying to ignore the ever-present sway as the carriage picks up speed. “I do not understand why I couldn’t have simply ridden along on horseback.”
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