When I arrive, every single person in the town completely stops what they're doing and rushes toward me. It's a very overwhelming experience. One I never want to have to go through again. The bodyguards my father sent with me fight off those who dare to get too close.
We stop at the middle of the town, and I'm allowed to get down. No sooner had I stepped on solid ground, when I hear an all-too-familiar voice screaming from the front of the crowd.
"You stink, Princess Aribelle! Go home and sip tea or something!"
It takes all of my willpower not to roll my eyes at him.
My guards make a move to take him down and possibly kill him.
"Stop! Stop! Guys, he's just kidding," I tell the red-faced brutes. Just in time too. Davion looks like he's going to wet himself, and it's not a pretty sight.
Davion recovers, and starts leaning on me. "Whew. That was a close one," he whispers.
"You think?! Now, get off of me! You're heavy!" I say as I give him a shove. He flashes his famous grin one more time, and goes to join the crowd. I take a deep breath, and start on my speech.
"Citizens of Ordale, trouble is upon us," I read. "Burnkirk has declared war, and we need every able-bodied male in training. Children under the age of 15 are required to stay at home. This is mandatory. No exceptions. We need EVERYONE. This includes the rich and the merchants." I pause. "Any questions so far?"
Deer-in-the-headlights look from the crowd.
"Okay…Well, then, uh, everyone is to report to the training grounds at 10'o clock tomorrow morning. That is all." I give the people a quick curtsy, and prepare for the short ride back to the castle.
