"She will hold out until we reach the stables, your highness. Upon arrival, the king here gave instructions to go straight to him. I believe he will have a room prepared for you. I heard rumors from a few friends who live here that the King is planning to throw one of his famous feasts in your honor, with you being a guest."
The guard continued to guide the horse and carriage to the kingdom's walls, pausing at the gateway to exchange some words with the guards on duty there before being allowed to pass into the kingdom beyond. The guard spurred the horse on once more, leading the carriage through the streets. They headed through the lowest of the low which was clearly kept on the very outskirts of the kingdom, away from the center, away from the king's eye. The poor seeing the rich looking carriage came pouring over begging and pleading for help, food, money, anything to help them at all. The guard slowed the horse enough so that no one would be hurt as they continued forward and enough so that is the prince wished he could try to help, however he dind't slow down enough for the paupers to be able to do anything which might endanger the safety of Micah.