We’ve got a destination to reach
Continuing the escort after that ridiculous meal, I could feel the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. The group we were escorting the Duke, Duchess, and their entourage were as unbearable as ever.
Their endless complaints echoed through the forest path, grating on my last nerve. It was like they had nothing better to do than whine about every little thing.
"This path is so uneven! Why can't we take a smoother road?" the Duchess whined, her shrill voice slicing through the air like a blade.
"Do you have any idea how much dirt is getting on my boots?" the Duke added, his tone dripping with indignation. "These are imported from the finest leatherworkers in the kingdom, and this mud is ruining them!"
I clenched my fists, feeling my patience wearing thin. They hadn't stopped complaining since we'd left the damn restaurant. It was as if they were allergic to anything less than absolute luxury.