Wait for them to open the cage

You sit restlessly in the barred housing of the cart, waiting for them to stop, whether to feed you or even to let you relieve your bladder.

A good few hours pass in silence as you sit in the rickety cart. Your stomach growls in complaint from not having eaten all day.

“Do you plan to feed us?” you blurt out in frustration to the peddlers. “Or would you rather I expire before we even reach your market?” You would have likely shouted the same thing even if you weren’t planning on escaping, your hunger making you irritable.

“You’ll get something to eat soon. Don’t worry, princess,” one of the men says to you.

“How long will that be? I haven’t eaten since yesterday,” you proclaim.

“Dinner time’s in a couple hours. You’ll get some food then. We wouldn’t want our princess starving on the way to the ball.”

Couple more hours. That’s what you need to wait in order to try and escape. But you’re not sure how trusting the men’s words are. You wonder if you should try and just find another way out or wait.