You gaze out the carriage window, silently wishing you were already at your destination. Or rather, wishing you had already been there, and were on your way home. Your father, the king, is worried about some neighboring empire who've set their sights on your land, and is sending you away until things are resolved. You shake your head, thinking that your father worries too much. What could they possible do to you, here in the heart of your kingdom?