Eliana silently stared down towards the carriage floor, the windows of the cart shielded by small curtains to prevent anyone from catching a glimpse in, not that she found that very necessary. Outside there walked with the slow moving carriage two guards flanking the carriage, two on each side, and two in the front. Naturally, a queen would have such protection. It was impossible to get a smile to form on her lips; how could she? As willingly as she had to, she was letting herself be shipped off to get married to a man she had yet to truly meet more than a few words here or there, and from what she'd been able to tell it was going to be a despising time there. It had already been days worth of journeys that she'd been sitting in the carriage, the guards stopping at nearby towns to eat and feed the queen, often allowing her to sleep a night at an inn, but nothing more and nothing less. Her blue eyes shifted towards the hidden window, before sinking back down towards the ground as her body was jerked and jolted along with the bumps of the carriage. Her long brown hair had been neatly braided by what she had pleasure and great pride in calling her best servant; though she'd had to leave the woman behind, even if she had become more like a sister than anything else. Eliana's skin could easily be compared to porcelain with how fragile she appeared, her shape alone retaining a certain elegance to it, holding the obvious curves of a woman that were to be highly prized in any woman. It was impossible, she found, not to long for her home already. She could remember the days at her own kingdom as if they were yesterday.. However, as the times had gone on and she had not yet found a king, her kingdom began to spiral downwards, and this was necessary if she were to get enough gold to send back to her people; of whom she would never forget, and who would never forget their queen.<br/><br/>She was jerked from her thinking when the carriage suddenly hit a particularly large bump, before hearing the loud whinny of one of the horses, the carriage leaning slightly to one side specifically.<span style="font-style: italic">Unreliable wheels- How many times will this happen on this trip?</span>Eliana questioned herself bitterly. Ten minutes later, and she could hear the guards working outside the door. Abruptly there was a thud, however, and then another. A yell. A clash of swords. Suddenly she became tense and rigid, holding her breath.<span style="font-style: italic">What's happening?</span><br/><br/>With a trembling, fragile hand she reached for the curtain of the window, and despite her fears pulled it to the side to reveal what it held for her to view. Most of the guards laid dead around the carriage, and she could hear laughter as the last one fell, but couldn't yet see the culprit. Without any thought, and nearly on reflex, she shoved open the carriage door, and ran. A large hand grabbed onto her arm just as she did, causing her to shriek as she furiously attempted prying the man's large hand off from around her arm. "<span style="font-style: italic">Release</span>me," She demanded, pushing against the man as he only pulled her closer with a chilling grin. "My<span style="font-style: italic">queen</span>, you mustn't speak so rudely to-" He was interrupted and gave a sound of pain as one of the injured though not yet dead soldiers managed to fire an arrow into the back of the man's leg. During the distraction, though it took Eliana a moment to move from the shock, she quickly slipped her arm from the man's loosened group and ran off the path, and into the surrounding forest.<br/><br/>As she ran she could hear the man cursing, beating the guard who had fired with the crossbow, no doubt to death. While shaking her head, tears pooled in her eyes. Death was never an option in her eyes when deciding anyone's punishment- There was always a better way to deal with it as far as she was concerned. Before she had gotten too far, her arm was grabbed again, by another bandit no less, however this one wasn't quite as bulky as the other had but stronger than herself no less. She gave another shriek and furiously fought against the man, who cursed and released her after receiving quite a strong kick to his shin. Eliana ran as quickly as she could even further into the forest, often glancing over her shoulder as she was being pursued, struggling not to trip over logs and roots while trying to keep the hem of her dress from reaching the ground, though this only made complications more difficult.<br/><br/>Abruptly her foot caught beneath a root that stuck up, causing her to hit the ground hard with a cry of pain and dismay. Eliana was quick to roll onto her back, and did so just in time to see the man above her, holding a dagger in his hand which he drew back, ready to strike. "Please," She begged through tears, her body shaking with fear.