Little Princess

The chill of the pre-dawn air bit at Nymeria's exposed skin as she stepped out of the castle. She shivered, regretting not bringing a coat; the journey north would only get colder. Her carriage, a dark silhouette against the paling sky, awaited. Castien, ever-present, held the door open, his reassuring smile a familiar comfort.
"Have fun reading, princess," he murmured, a familiar teasing lilt in his voice, as he helped her inside. The door shut with a soft thud, enclosing her in the quiet solitude of the carriage. She sighed, pulling her book bag onto her lap. Usually, she preferred company on long rides, but Castien had to ride his horse, leading her mare, Nyx, behind them.
Opening the bag, she pulled out her history book, flipping to the first bookmark. The overview of royal families stared back at her, their names etched into pages written ages ago. This was her lifeline, her guide to the powerful entities she was about to face. She had to impress them; her kingdom's survival depended on it. She just couldn't screw this up.