Durzo was impressed with the princess's composure. Her chin held high, her posture and demeanor was as perfect as it could be. The King and all her subjects were all so proud of her. But it was Durzo who saw past it all. Silently he cursed his knack for understanding the slightest hint of emotion in the subtlest body movements, or in the princess's case, the loss of "twinkle" in her eyes. It was clear, she was distant, and they had a foggy glaze that betrayed the slightest hint of sobbing the night before. Like a gem that lost its luster. It took everything in Durzo from not hinting his sympathies, but he knew she wasn't one for sympathies. This was best left alone, for now.<br/><br/>The crowd finally made it outside, Durzo, the King and the princess leading the pack. Durzo caught the slightly puzzled look on her face at the absense of the carriage. He took the opportunity to reveal his change in the plans.<br/><br/>"My apologies Mi'Lady, I requested the carriage wait a couple days before following our lead. Its mostly a safety precaution for you, but I would be a liar if I said it didn't make my job easier. Keeping track of a carriage full of royal belongings or utilizing my full attention on your safety? I opt for the later."<br/><br/>After a few moments a stable boy emerged with a beautiful adorned royal horse. They trotted up next to Adelia and the two steeds seemed to take a quick liking of each other. The King looked on at the horses then back at his daughter with a questioning look before he turned to Durzo.<br/><br/>"Durzo, my good man..." the King spoke quietly. "I dare not doubt you in any matter, but do you truly feel that she's...dressed for riding?" A slight grin formed in the corner of Durzo's lips as he leaned in closer to the King to match his hushed tone.<br/><br/>"She should be fine Mi'Lord as long as she feels she can ride." Seeing that she wasn't one to dissapoint her people and Durzo wasn't inclined to do the dissapointing himself, he let it go and they mounted their steeds. After one last gesture goodbye, Durzo turned to lead the way out of the castle gates and began their travel.<br/><br/><br/>***On The Road***<br/><br/>Starting off the journey was to be an easy one. They had to make their way through the Kaelborn woods on the outskirts of the city, then take the southern most path though Ninthree Plains to the Pass of Angor, a snowy mountainous region that marks the border of Veruu and Sirmia. It was a long journey, especially when Durzo wanted to avoid towns and villages as much as possible. They had ridden for more than an hour in silence before Dixon remembered he was in the company of someone else, a princess no less. He felt a slight tinge of uncomfortableness Ashe was used to traveling alone and now he felt compelled to at least start a conversation.<br/><br/>"So do you enjoy this life?" Durzo suddenly realized the seemingly rude directness of his question."Pardon my noseyness but living in the woods has made me a bit...stranger to the life of royalty and its customs." As Durzo listened to her reply he couldnt help but notice the discomfort in her figgiting body and her unnecessarily short breaths. At first he thought it was the subject he brought up but that quickly changed when she physically seemed strained to speak, and he knew exactly what the cause was. Durzo could take no more and in the middle of her reply, he swiftly pulled out his short sword and masterfully cut the strings of her corset in one fluid motion. He gave her a second to let her breathe first before the shock of such an act overtook her. But just as she started to show signs of anger Durzo quickly tossed a bundle of clothes at her. "Go change over there. Ill keep watch." He pointed to a large tree off the side of the road and without giving her a chance to reply, Durzo made his way further up a dozen yards.  It was rude but it needed to be done. She had to pass as a commoner should they run into anyone on the road and aside from the protective nature in his actions, he simply couldn't stand her short breaths.