Hope for the best

The world outside passes in a blur. You feel unsure of what you want to do in life... But after some thought you come to the conclusion that there was little chance that they would let you take the throne. The laws of succession were clear. And a woman could never take the place of her father... at least in the eyes of society. Jenna of course only helped to reenforce that fact.

You would have to hope for the best... Jenna seemed to think that was the best course of action.

After awhile you simply stopped listening to her. She was a pretty girl. The daughter of a Viscount... but she really wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. In boredom you stared out the window, watching the world pass slowly by. Maybe you should have been born a commoner...

Suddenly the carriage jerked to a halt. “What was that?” You both ask at the same time.