When Adela had woken up, she had been panicked, cold and most certainly scared out of her wits. The momentary confusion and surprise at still being alive, Adela had felt at the time of waking up at the time felt had been quickly crushed when she noticed that no-one else had survived the shipwreck. Sick to her stomach, the princess had left the ship, now sitting in pieces by a beach she didn't recognize. She was all alone. She had no idea where she was, and she was cold. This had never happened before. Adela sat on the beach, shaking and staring out on the sea. There were tears in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She was stronger than that, she told herself. The words were slowly starting to sound hollow.
Staying out in the open was never a smart thing, Adela remembered one of her guards telling her. He was dead now. Adela hadn't even thought of asking his name. He had seemed like a good person though. Forcing herself up on, the young woman turned towards the forest behind her, covered in mist, limiting her view. A cold breeze from the sea hit her back, making her shiver. With a last, worrying glance towards the sea, she stumbled towards the moody forest. It would be easier to stay safe in the shade of the trees, most probably. Bringing her luggage didn't even cross the Adelas mind. She just wanted to find some way out of this unfamiliar place.
Not only that, she had a faint, worrying feeling that she was being watched. Maybe hiding in the woods would help her avoid those prying eyes as well.