You ignore the princes and my stomach, for now, at least. A treacherous journey as this one is, cannot waste time thinking about food. Your legs are heavy and the smell of sweat hangs thick in the air. You been traveling for ages by now and the prince's whining has become irritating. You think it’s not like he needed the food any way. If they asked you, it would help him to lose some weigth.

You laugh at the thought. Suddenly, your attention is brought back to more pressing matters, by a bush before your eyes, brought to life by unseen steps