Lauralye watched as people stepped forward. It was easy to tell that these people had nothing by the look of them. Their clothes were tattered and torn, their faces dirty, the clothes that they did have hung from their thin and frail bodies. She couldn't wait to get these people back to the palace and get some food in them. 

She slid off her own horse when a pregnant woman stepped forward. She held out her hand to the woman, who seemed a little confused. Lauralye smiled and took her hand before guiding her to her horse, "You shouldn't walk all that way."

"But your highness," The woman began.

Lauralye shook her head, "I have two perfectly good feet to walk me back."

She turned away as the woman climbed on and spoke to some of the subjects, "If you need anything or have complaints, come to the palace and I will do my best to help," She informed one group of people. 

She enjoyed talking to her subjects. She was finally doing something that had been denied to her all these years. When she finished, she asked for those who would remain to write anyone they could think of about the news so that the country would now. Then she turned and walked back to the palace as close to Robert as possible without anyone seeing the relationship under their professional facade. After all, they both had images to uphold.