Genevieve followed him out slowly. She still had no idea what was going on and the entire mess of events was baffling to her. What could the royal family want to do with her? She barely looked presentable on a [i]good[/i] day. She wouldn't even think about what she looked like on a bad day. As she walked outside the Prince was already waiting for her with his horse. She stuffed her bag into the saddlebags and then looked at the horse. She still didn't know what all of this was about and it scared her on the inside.

She realized she may as well take a leap of faith so she tried to mount the horse. She realized this might prove difficult because she was in a dress. Usually when she rode she'd wear a pair of pants underneath her skirts. She supposed that would have been a smart idea. She gulped and placed her left foot on the stirrup and hoisted herself up onto the horse. She arranged her skirts so it was not to uncomfortable and sat up straight. She wondered if she should say something, but decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being. She glanced around her hometown for the last time with a frown on her face. When would she see this place again? 

Maybe adventure would turn out to be a good thing. She tried reassuring herself of this, but it did not qualm her fears that she held. She had just been picked up by the second son of the King out of nowhere. Thank god she had taken a swim in the stream the night before. Otherwise she'd smell like something died in her skirts. She gripped the saddle so she would not have to wrap her arms around the Prince's waist.