I knew all along the Princess was uncanny. It's rumor, that the queens of old had strange witching powers that the common folk could not understand. The royal family, it's said, were but stewards of the gods, and their line was an ancient and powerful one. Or that's how the fable goes. Once they were guarded by living shadows, they say. That night, though, it was my turn to take that role.
"Your Royal Highness, it's time to go," I said, opening up the door of the carriage. "They are not long after us."
She looked at me, all of her ten and three years, and I have never seen such a face on such a little girl. It made me wonder where my grandmother was.
"How many are there?" she asked.
"I do not know. Ten are on the road. If there are more, I don't know." her questions made my skin crawl, and I don't know why. "Please, my lady. We must leave."
"Very well. Thank you, Gentle Knight. I will ride with you."
She did not reach for me to help her step out of the carriage, but gathered her skirts