A smile spread across her lips as Sam listened to Dorothea talk about Liam. She had never thought much about love, finding the idea of true love to be rather ludicrous. But listening to this girl talk about this boy, listening to her giggle thinking about him...even a cynic like her couldn't deny the utter surety and honesty in Dorothea's voice when she told Sam that she loved Liam. Maybe in this world love was more than just a dream. "If that's how you truly feel about Liam then I'm sure he knows," Sam told her softly, offering her a reassuring smile. "And I'm guessing the feelings are completely mutual, too."
Dorothea's head leaned down and Sam glanced over to see a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she asked if Sam had a boy of her own back home. She smiled wryly in response. "Me?" Sam shook her head, laughing a little. "No. There's no one. I don't have a boyfriend." She was quiet for a moment, thinking about her past "love life," if that was the proper term. Her mother had told her once that she was a bit cavalier about her social life. "Not currently, at least. I mean I've had boyfriends and been on dates before, but they were never anything...special. Nothing like what you have with your prince. I don't think I've ever really been in love." She shrugged her shoulders. It wasn't that big of a deal for her. At least she didn't think it was. "Maybe someday, though."
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Liam's caravan had been moving rather swiftly for most of the day, but the prince had slowed the pace when he and Will had noted that they did not want to tire the horses. Besides they had made good time already on their first day. Liam's agitation was slipping away with every mile that brought them closer to Verinia. And they had only paused once to refill the water skins that the queen had provided them before they had set off, and the prince now took a swig from his.
Unbeknownst to Liam the queen had slipped her blue potion into each of the skins. It was a potion to could the mind when faced with an enchanted object or human. When something or someone was enchanted into something else there was always a sign, some proof that the enchantment was there. That was why Dorothea was able to speak, even in the form of a cat. Narissa had known that she wanted the Marshal to bring the girl when he joined the caravan, so she had brewed the potion as a precaution. Even if the girl was able to slip away and try and seek help from her prince or any of this men then she would be unable to. The potion would turn her voice into simple purrs and meows when heard by the men of the company. To them she would just be a regular stray cat until the enchantment itself was broken. Or unless another person was able uncloud their minds and convince them of the enchantment's existence. That would be nearly impossible to achieve, though. The potion was very strong. However Narissa had no idea that Dorothea had made a friend.
Will's eye were sharp and he noticed two figures on the road a distance ahead of them. "Sir," he said, catching Liam's attention and pointing forward. "Two people on the road ahead."
Liam squinted as he tried to get a better look, but they were far away and he could not make out any distinguishable features. "Could just be two travelers, but bandits are common in the woods. Be on your guard everyone." It was several more minutes of riding before Liam was able to see the figures better. He looked at them hard, unable to recognize one at all, but there was something familiar about the way the one in front walked. It took a moment for him to realize who it was. "It's the Marshal!" he exclaimed, looking over at Will in wonder. "Marshal Derrick! What is he doing out here?"
The prince spurred his horse forward and he accelerated to a quick trot. "Marshal!" Liam called out, not too loudly though. He wasn't ignorant of the dangers these woods hid in their trees. "Marshal Derrick!" He pulled back on the reins and the horse slowed as he approached the Marshal and his companion, a girl with a cat perched on her shoulder. Liam didn't take the time to give the young woman a good look just yet and note her strange attire as he had eyes only for the Marshal. "Marshal, where have you been? We searched everywhere in the castle last night. Do you know what's happened to Dorothea yet?" Liam was smiling genuinely for the first time in what felt like ages. Finally they had found the Marshal. Perhaps they had some luck on their side after all.