<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The day was hot, the sun in the sky and no shade to be found. She was sweating, her linen dress clung to her body and her mouth was dry, especially with this gag in her mouth. She was becoming irritated, listening to these bumbling idiots talk about her as if she weren't here. She wanted to knock their heads together. She shifted her hands that were tied behind her back, wincing as she was only making them rub her skin raw. Glaring at the duo, she noticed they had stopped to talk once more.<br/><br/>Daphne rolled her eyes as the prince and his friend, Mande,  chatted casually about how their oh-so-brilliant plan would work. When the prince took her gag out she spit on his boots. "Oh please! Untie me, I won't run. Swear!," she said in a mockingly sarcastic tone. She blew the hair out of her face, looking from the prince to Mande. "So what do you 'masterminds' plan on doing with me once we get to your evil lair?," she asked with a chuckle.</span>