Play it cool.

You stand up straight, aware that from this angle the guards cannot see the bound and gagged young lady in the cart.

"Peter, what are you up to this late?"

"Master wanted me to take some tackle to the blacksmith. Said it can't wait."

You chance a look down and see Princess Anna staring up at you, eyes wide, cheeks red above the band of silk that barely contains the thick wad in her mouth. She flexes against her hogtie, looking like she's about to do something you don't want her to do...

You casually crouch down into the cart, as if you're shifting gear around, and place a firm hand over her gagged lips, another on her stomach, holding her in place. You glare at her, then look up with a smile.

"You'll be stablemaster one day, boy" one guard says with a friendly smile.

"Yeah, then you can make your skivvy do all the shit jobs!" the other one laughs.

Beneath your hand you feel her mouth twist and contort as she tries to scream.

"One day" you say, rolling your eyes and laughing.

You squeeze her mouth tightly and she lets out the tiniest whimper.

The guards chuckle, give you a wave and continue on their patrol route.

You watch them leave, smiling, wait for them to disappear from sight, then look down at the girl...

"You see Princess, nobody saw you and nobody heard you. You're mine now. So get comfy, because you're in for a long ride."

She lets out a barely audible sob as you cover her with the sack once again and climb into the driver's seat.