*Špread Ŷour Ŵings*

[. εғғч .]

Tucking the knife into her pocket without some sort of cover, which was dangerous, Isabelle found her eyes following Andrew's gaze. "I guess we haven't fully met. I know your name, Andrew, I am Princess Isabelle." She introduced herself. "How long have you been locked up? You seem somewhat... fascinated by the outdoors."

[Scottish Girl]

The kings guard heard what she said and looked up with wide eyes, just as Andrew stood and disappeared. Andrew had spotted a window on the roof of the carriage, and had jumped out. The guard stood up,"Stop," he shouted, then shouted at the driver to stop/

[. εғғч .]

Isabelle jumped to her feet in surprise. Why is he leaving? Am I really that evil looking? She frowned and swung open a door of the carriage, watching Andrew disappear. She knew that she wouldn't be about to get far anywhere in her tight dress and high heels.

[Scottish Girl]

The guard jumped down and raced after him, but Andrew was much faster then him, much much faster. Ten minutes later the guard stumbled out of the trees breathing heavily wih breath running down his face,"I'm sorry miss, " he said as he walked over to the king, still breathless.

[. εғғч .]

Isabelle frowned. "It's fine. I was just hoping he would give me a chance." She huffed before jumping back in the carriage and sitting back in the seat in annoyance, watching the trees move slowly in the soft, relaxing breeze.

[Scottish Girl]

(uh...I don't know how to answer that)

[. εғғч .]

{{Just make him continue running and make him get caught by a guard from where Isabelle picked him out from?}}