“As you wish, my Prince.” Lyn waited until his attention was diverted from her, then she made a face and rolled her eyes.

Having gotten that out of her system, Lyn hopped down off the wagon and watered the horse, adjusting the bridle to be more comfortable. 
No sooner had she done that than a couple of twigs snapped in the nearby foliage. Suddenly alert, Lyn eased her sword from its scabbard quietly, so as not to alarm the prince. After all, it could be a small wild animal just passing through. She kept an eye on the wagon and swept the perimeter, ensuring that there was no one lurking in the shadows.

Lyn didn’t find anyone in the immediate area, but she didn’t see any small animals, either; and couldn't stray too far from the prince to search through the trees. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she informed the prince that they would be moving again, and took up the rains. If bandits or other ne’er-do-wells were following them, they would be less likely to attack this early in the morning, before noon. Still, she had to keep a more watchful eye as they approached the nearest outlying village for an afternoon repast. If all went well, they should be arriving there around two in the afternoon.