Both Sam and Liam were silent during this verbal sparring match between Raquelle and August. Sam had been going to respond that she didn't mind camping when Raquelle basically stated that she would accompany her to the farm. If the knowledge that she was the queen's daughter that was going along with her mother's plans wasn't enough to make Sam dislike Raquelle, then this little tantrum would do it. But she didn't get a chance to respond before August responded in a rough growl. Sam had seen the way his two henchmen from the day behaved after being on the receiving end of one of his growls, but Raquelle didn't back down. She literally ordered him to shut up.

That was when Liam couldn't stay silent anymore. "Raquelle!" he snapped, eyes flashing.

Sam had no idea if his outburst affected the other girl at all, but she seemed to resign herself to camping. She looked away from the other princess, hiding her expression until Raquelle said that she could stay in her tent. Sam turned her head with her eyebrows furrowed a little as she looked at Raquelle. At the promise of grooming she forced her expression to remain passive (Sam was not fond of makeovers) and the idea of having servants was almost too unthinkable for her. She leaned back from the giggling girl and forced a smile. "Yeah, it sounds great. Like a sleepover. What fun." She didn't want to be left alone with this girl. She'd sleep with the men if she had to. But she didn't think openly saying so would be wise.

Liam watched the exchange a bit nervously and he managed to laugh, though it sounded hesitant. "There now. I'm glad that's all settled. Marshal, ladies, erm, shall we?" He started off again, leading what remained of the party to the clearing Will had spotted, and where he and the rest of the company were setting up tents and starting a fire. Liam dismounted and handed the reins to the man who had been put in charge of the horses. He picked up Samantha's cat and carried her until the girl had been helped down from the horse she had been riding. "You have a very friendly cat, Samantha," Liam said with a smile as he handed her back to the girl. "Is it alright if I call you Samantha?"

Sam had taken Dorothea back, though she suspected that she wouldn't want to be separated from Liam. She wanted to tell him that she preferred Sam, but she remembered how August had told her the fact that the short version was considered a man's name. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. "Yes. Samantha's fine."

The prince nodded, his smile cheerful. "Good. I should go see about getting some dinner started. Excuse me." He nodded before turning and going over to the fire.