Granger was out chopping firewood grumbling about the press when he heard someone stumble.

'Oh bugger!' Someone exclaimed.

He got curious as to why someone would come out that far in the woods.

'Hello? Is someone out there?' He called out.

Whoever was out there kept grumbling, and it appeared there was 2 voices instead of 1.

Curious, he grabbed his axe and went to investigate. Then he saw a small person and 1 timid looking servant.

'Oh! Oh God please don't hurt us, I'm not prepared to die!' mark timidly exclaimed, waving his hands in front of his face.

'Oh shut up Mark! He just wants to know who we are!' Hetty boldly replied. 'Kind sir, we mean no harm, we're just looking for a place to stay.'

'You sure you both didn't just get lost?' Granger asked.

'I assure you, we're not lost! Her Highness and I were- (ow!)'

'You moron! There goes our cover!' Hetty grumbled, after elbowing Mark.

'Highness? Let me guess, My dad sent you to keep an eye on me or something?'

'No. No, we're from Trentford. I'm Hetty, and this is my bodyguard Mark, who isn't really much of a bodyguard if you think of it.'

'Hetty? As in Henrietta? As in The Princess Henrietta?' Granger asked, stunned. 'You looked different in pictures.'

'Oh. (slightly blushing). Well, I gave myself a little makeover, got rid of my long hair, decided to look a little tomboyish to try to go unnoticed in these parts. Hope you don't mind.' Hetty shyly replied.

'Nah. I think you look pretty cute.'

'Well, he certainly has taste!' Hetty cheerfully thought. 'Do you know where we can find a cabin?'

'My cabin is just ahead, you both want to stay up there?'

'Sure!'

As they were walking up to the cabin

'So, you know my name, what's yours?' Hetty asked.

'I'm Owen.' Granger replied.

Then Luke came out.' Your Highness? Oh we have guests!'

Looking stunned. 'Highness?'

'Prince Owen Granger of Birkdale, nice to meet you.' Then he held out his hand.

She shook his hand, while giving him a suspicious look.

'Let me guess, I've just lost your trust now, Your Highness?' Granger mockingly asked.

'No. But let's get a few things straight: I don't want to be called Princess or Highness, and I won't address you by either of your titles either. Got that?' Hetty sternly replied.

'Yes, Princess.'

'Don't be cheeky, mister! I'm not someone to mock or test.'

'Is this silly woman for real?' Granger thought. 'Chuckle. Whatever you say.'

'Well this should be interesting.' Hetty thought, annoyed, while slightly amused.

Inside the cabin

'Okay. I'll move Luke's stuff out, and you can stay in his room. The 2 bodyguards will have to sleep in the same room.' Granger said.

'I'll sleep on the couch.' Mark said.

'Hmm. Cozy place you have here.' Hetty replied, observing the place.

'Thank you.'

At dinner

'A whole chicken! I admire a good hunter.' Hetty complimented.

'Well thank you.' Granger replied, smiling.

He offered to serve her, but Hetty served herself, and ate less then regal like.

(Chuckles). 'She even eats like a boy. Cute thing!' Granger amusingly thought.

Later on at bedtime, Granger passed by her bedroom and heard her singing.

'Whoa, that is some lovely singing!' Granger said to himself. 'She seems like a very nice person.'

In the bedroom

'Hmm. Didn't find my manly look insulting, or my eating stupid? He seems nice.' Hetty thought as she drifted off to sleep.