Cecilia jumped at the sound of an arrow embedding itself into the side of the carriage, her green eyes widening slightly. Before she could even ask what was going on, Sten was hollering for defensive positions. That could only mean one thing: they were under attack. The princess had never had a reason to fear anything, being kept safe in her city walls. There had never been anything to attack her so this sudden feeling of fear that welled up inside of her, threatening to consume her, was completely foreign to the green haired girl.<br/><br/>She scooted herself to the middle of the carriage set, unsure if she should duck down to the floor or not. She had not been prepared for this, even though she knew that it was a possibility. She knew her men would keep her safe, but what if the group attacking them was too great and overwhelmed them? What would happen then? She wanted to peer out the window to see what was going on, but she knew better than that.<br/><br/>She had to stifle a cry of surprise when the carriage suddenly picked up in pace, rocking slightly from the attempts of bandits trying to board it. She finally gave in and sunk down to the floor, biting her bottom lip and keeping as quiet as possible. She had to have faith that Sten would keep her safe.