"Yes, Your Royal Daintiness." As the miserable young man (who ranked no lower in anybody's eyes than 7 on a scale of 1 to 10) was led away, she reached for another handful of malt crackers and turned a page. Ignorant thing. She just wanted to read. Couldn't they leave her alone for once?
She slammed shut her book and stood up. A walk. That was it. She wanted to go for a walk.