We walked into the forest but didn't follow a trail. He made his way through the brush easily and smoothly. I on the otherhand was having problems.
"Ouch!" I muttered under my breath. This was the seventh time I had tripped over a branch and cut my hand while trying to catch myself.
Garrett snickered, "How's it going back there, Princess?"
"Great!" I said. I tried my hardest to sound cheerful and positive.
"You don't have to pretend." he said and turned to look back at me.
I turned my head away from him and said nothing.
He rolled his eyes and we continued our walk through the forest. As we walked we were greeted with the light of a new day and the smell of dew was heavy in the air. It was refreshing but I was tired and sore.
"Garrett?" I asked softly.
"You're Royal Highness?" he asked. The lingering sarcasm in his voice angeried me slightly, but I pushed my feelings away and continued.
"Garrett, are we going to take a break soon?" I asked.
"Break? We don't break for another three miles." he said and stopped to to turn back smile at me. " It will take a little more than an hour, at least."
I nodded. It was the easiest response at the moment.
We just kept walking and walking. My eyes wanted to close and my body wanted to collapse. I clung to the stirrup of the saddle and rested my head on my arm. Than it was blank.
I inhaled deeply and woke up. Birds were singing and the wind stirred the branches of the trees. I realized I was lying on a quilt directly on the forest floor. I sat up and looked around for Garrett. He was a few feet away asleep on his own quilt. He looked perfect. He didn't look like that rioter out on the street, he looked like a little boy, so innocent and pure.
I took advantage of my time and changed my dress to a long-sleeved, olive-colored one. I let my hair fall down my back in loose, tousled curls. My hair fell down until just above my waist. I let my locket rest on my chest.
When I arrived back to where we were camping out I found Garrett still sound asleep. I watched him sleep for awhile. I liked him better when he was sleeping.
After about fifteen minutes of waiting his eyes fluttered open. He looked at me quizically.
"How long have you been awake?" He asked.
"Thirty minutes, i guess." I answered softly.
He continued to study me.
"Did you change?" he asked confussed.
"Yes." I replied.
"Help me pack up than." he ordered.
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"No, you strap it on like this." he said and showed me how to strap the quilts to the horse.
"Oh, sorry." I said. I felt embarressed that I couldn't even do that simple of a task.
He glanced at me for a moment.
"Ready to go, Princess?" he asked. He made sure to add extra emphasis on "Princess".
"My name is Kiara." I told him.
"It is formal to call royalty princess or king." he said. I knew he didn't care, he just wanted to argue with me.
"There is nothing formal about this," I said, "and besides, the name I was given is Kiara. Honestly, I would rather be called by my name."
"Alright, Kiara, are you ready to continue on our little...quest?" he asked.
"It's not a quest, but yes, I'm ready." I answered.
"Is too a quest." I heard him mutter under his breath.
"Ouch!" I muttered under my breath. This was the seventh time I had tripped over a branch and cut my hand while trying to catch myself.
Garrett snickered, "How's it going back there, Princess?"
"Great!" I said. I tried my hardest to sound cheerful and positive.
"You don't have to pretend." he said and turned to look back at me.
I turned my head away from him and said nothing.
He rolled his eyes and we continued our walk through the forest. As we walked we were greeted with the light of a new day and the smell of dew was heavy in the air. It was refreshing but I was tired and sore.
"Garrett?" I asked softly.
"You're Royal Highness?" he asked. The lingering sarcasm in his voice angeried me slightly, but I pushed my feelings away and continued.
"Garrett, are we going to take a break soon?" I asked.
"Break? We don't break for another three miles." he said and stopped to to turn back smile at me. " It will take a little more than an hour, at least."
I nodded. It was the easiest response at the moment.
We just kept walking and walking. My eyes wanted to close and my body wanted to collapse. I clung to the stirrup of the saddle and rested my head on my arm. Than it was blank.
I inhaled deeply and woke up. Birds were singing and the wind stirred the branches of the trees. I realized I was lying on a quilt directly on the forest floor. I sat up and looked around for Garrett. He was a few feet away asleep on his own quilt. He looked perfect. He didn't look like that rioter out on the street, he looked like a little boy, so innocent and pure.
I took advantage of my time and changed my dress to a long-sleeved, olive-colored one. I let my hair fall down my back in loose, tousled curls. My hair fell down until just above my waist. I let my locket rest on my chest.
When I arrived back to where we were camping out I found Garrett still sound asleep. I watched him sleep for awhile. I liked him better when he was sleeping.
After about fifteen minutes of waiting his eyes fluttered open. He looked at me quizically.
"How long have you been awake?" He asked.
"Thirty minutes, i guess." I answered softly.
He continued to study me.
"Did you change?" he asked confussed.
"Yes." I replied.
"Help me pack up than." he ordered.
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"No, you strap it on like this." he said and showed me how to strap the quilts to the horse.
"Oh, sorry." I said. I felt embarressed that I couldn't even do that simple of a task.
He glanced at me for a moment.
"Ready to go, Princess?" he asked. He made sure to add extra emphasis on "Princess".
"My name is Kiara." I told him.
"It is formal to call royalty princess or king." he said. I knew he didn't care, he just wanted to argue with me.
"There is nothing formal about this," I said, "and besides, the name I was given is Kiara. Honestly, I would rather be called by my name."
"Alright, Kiara, are you ready to continue on our little...quest?" he asked.
"It's not a quest, but yes, I'm ready." I answered.
"Is too a quest." I heard him mutter under his breath.
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