The captain stopped the carriage and stepped down off the driver’s bench. Princess Harmony leaned up and looked through the windows along the side. “Why are we stopping, Captain?”

 

“I’m walking back.”

 

Harmony thought he was kidding. “If you are relieving yourself, be quick. I’m tired of being in this box.”

 

“I’m not,” the captain said. “This is where I leave you.”

 

Harmony pushed a strand of blond hair back up into the sculpture her ladies had done with her hair before she left her father’s palace for the last time. She palmed both her ample breasts in her gown and adjusted them. 

The travel was frazzling her. She was...