"Of course." Cecilia nodded as he excused himself, her green eyes lingering on his form as he headed off to do as he had said. With a sigh, she shifted in her seat and leaned back against the plush back. As comfortable as the carriage was, she did not like feeling so confined. She had always hated riding in the carriage, though her parents insisted on traveling in them.<br/><br/>She would much rather be on the back of a horse, even if it wasn't proper for a princess to do so. Sometimes she wished she wasn't a princess but then she would immediately feel bad for thinking such a thing.<br/><br/>Her people needed her and looked to her for guidance, even if she wasn't a queen yet. As the king's only heir, she had sat beside her father in many a meeting, endlessly learning everything she needed to know for one taking over the throne. Sometimes she wished she had more freedom.