Chapter Six
Margareta hated traveling in general, even just to go into the city to enjoy the sites and shopping. However, travelling in the royal coach wasn’t so bad. The seats were padded. The driver was excellent at his job and kept the jolting on the cobblestones to a minimum. The windows were of thick glass with curtains to keep the warmth inside, though on this fine spring day she had the curtains flung wide open and had even cracked open one of the windows for the fresh air.
Still, it was a gilded cage. Margareta looked sourly across the coach at the woman assigned to protect her. It was a joke. The woman was no older than her and was of a dubious background. Her skin was honey-kissed and she sported angular brown eyes that unsettled Margareta. Her black hair reminded the princess
