Margaret Rose was growing ever tired. She was also quite cold and hungry. The group had been traveling for quite some time now. There was rumor of a mansion deep within the deepest part of the woods in which they currently resided. They could make their home there until they could come up with a plan. Their princess was the rightful heir. Her brother had tried to kill her! 'They would make him pay, and make sure their kingdom had its' true ruler to lead them', Margaret thought. Margaret sighed and looked at Mammon. She shrugged a bit. 
"We probably should. It may be another day or two before we reach the old mansion."She told him. She took a breath. Her stomach growled. She looked up at the sky, at the setting sun and she knew that she would see the moon soon. She missed her family, her friends, and her home. The so called king had taken them all away. Her anger made her blood boil at that thought.