She huffed lightly. "And so what if I was?" But then they were heading further into the trees, and it was all Guinevere could do to keep from being swept out of her saddle by the whipping branches.

Apparently her husband had an adventure in mind, if his antics were any indication. And rather than protest, since doing so would just land them back with those insufferable nobles, the Queen opted to just let him run with it, inquiring back over a shoulder a little tartly, "Oh? And where might that be, pray tell?"

Hopefully it was somewhere with a roof or a ceiling, because the rain showed no signs of ceasing any time soon.