Gracie wasn't surprised as her sleeve was tugged on slightly.  It was the usual way the princess managed to gather someone's attention.  It would take some work to fix this nervous habit, but the message was a little surprising.  A bad storm?  They needed to keep moving?

For a second the maid considered questioning why and asking what this wild goose chase was about - the sky was clear as day.  But Isabella wouldn't beat past her natural nervousness for something she didn't believe in.

Gracie interrupted some of the soldiers as they erected their tents, instructing them to continue marching amongst their confusion.  As they prepared to continue moving and returned to their march, was there anything the Princess would try to do in the meantime as she held the powerful sword?