The not so silent treatment of Sir Broderick

The whole day you ride a bit in front of the Captain, refusing to acknowledge him, even when he tries to explain once again why everything up to kissing you AND MARRYING you in public was necessary to secure your safety.

"Your Majesty, stubborness is the least helpful attitude out here. Incidentally, we will have to stop using any of your previous titles - there are ears everywhere and noone can figure us out or we'd have the hills swarming with people set to capture you."

You keep just riding ahead. In the general murmur of your bodyguards you hear one of the ones behind you say the words "check...ass". Unsure if he meant it as an insult or something else, you become very conscious of your round bottom moving up and down with the movements of the horse.

"As for your alternative moniker, we thought the name Mia to be quite easy to remember and use. You can use my original name and title of course, but since we are supposed to be a husband and wife, "dear" or something akin to that seems more appropriate." he says as he rides up to you and grabs ahold of the reigns to make you ride at his pace. When you finally face him, you notice him shooting an angry look to one of the bodyguards behind you.

"I see, dear" you say putting a venomous flavour to the word of endearment. "And what next? should I cook the food for you and all the men? How low do you expect me to go?" you say angrily. A bodyguard chuckles to himself.

"You mustn't forget about the voice, Mia." says Broderick, unfazed by your anger. "Of course you don't have to cook for me and the men, although you could help and learn as it can be useful later. " You slap his hand off your reigns, but obey with your voice, keeping it high and soft. At least as far as the sound goes.

"If you think for a second that I'll be taking cooking lessons from such a.." - suddenly an arrow burrows its deadly head in one of the bodyguards. Others start flying in the direction of your party soon after.