Capítulo 187: Ever the Romantic

The sun tracked across the sky and had started its dip toward the horizon, when William finally sat up and sighed, "We should head back to the palace now, I'm afraid."

Nodding, Camilla sat up as well, then stood up and inspected her gown. It was dry at least, though the long skirt was somewhat crumpled. She didn't even want to think about the state of her hair.

The two of them walked back to the tree where Everitt remained tied, calmly munching the surrounding grass. Untying the steed, William hoisted himself into the saddle and pulled Camilla in front of him.

"I really wish we didn't have to go back." she grumbled.

"So do I." William murmured as he started slowly leading Everitt through the densely clustered trees. "Maybe we can make a life here instead, unbothered by anyone. We can live off Damiran figs and whatever I can hunt. You can stitch us clothing out of leaves and vines."