(5 mins later) Grahams POV
"Emma look." I say pointing to a carriage.
"Clothes?" She asks.
"I'll go get some."
She nods.
"don't let anyone see you." I tell her.
"Ok" she goes and hides behind the bushes.
I run up to the carriage and look through the clothes trying to find something that will fit.
I see brown pants, white blouse, and a faded red peasant jacked.
Great disguise. I think to myself.
Even though I'm wearing normal clothes I grab some extra and a beat up satchel and shove them in it.
Then I run over to Emma.
She needed clothes. Not just because her ballgown is noticeable, but because she can't travel in it.
At least she's wearing boots. I think to myself.
"Here princess." I say handing them to her.
"For disguise." I add.
"Thank you Graham." She says.
She starts to turn around and I realize I was staring at her.
I blush.
"Oh sorry princess." I say and I turn around to let her change.
After a minute I hear, "Graham?"
"Yes princess?" I answer.
She has her pants, shoes, and blouse on but her jacket is on the ground,
"Can you help me?" She asks I can see she needs help with the ties on the back of her blouse.
"Yes princess" I tie it. "there you go princess."
"Please don't call me that." She says while starting to braid her golden hair.
"Wow for a princess you certainly like to take care of yourself your majesty."
"Well Just cause I am a princess doesn't mean I can't take care of myself, and please call me Emma."
"Actually now that I think about it we can't call me Emma" she adds.
Then I realize she is right.
If we are going to have to hide for awhile she can't be princess Emma anymore.
"But I can be Graham right." I ask not truly sure.
I can she her think.
"Um.. Well you are not a princess in disguise so I guess you are still Graham." She starts.
"But who am I then?" She asks me.
"What about... Elizabeth?" I ask.
"Ok, but can you still call me Emma?" She asks.
"If it slips or I need to then I will call you Emma," "Did you hear me Elizabeth?" I ask and I look at her face.
She smiles.
How are her eyes so blue and gorgeous? I ask myself.
"Oh here." I say handing her my hat.
"What for?" She asks grabbing it.
"You can't look like the princess at all." I tell her.
"Oh, right." She says.
"I think we should go to sleep." I say.
"Ok." She starts looking around ant then points "there." She says.
I look at where she's pointing.
There was a small opening.
We start walking over.
She lays down and so do I but I leave enough space in-between us.
She shuts her eyes and tries to fall asleep using her hands as her pillow while I use my satchel.
"Good night Graham." She says.
"Good night Elizabeth." I say.
She keeps her eyes closed but she smiles.
I take the time to study her face.
Her eyes are still puffy from crying and she still had ash on hr face from the fire, but other then that she looks gorgeous.
Her life is going to be hard, but I'm going to help her through it. I think to myself.
Just then Emma snuggles closer to me and I have no problem putting my arm around this beautiful girl to keep her warm.