Donna eyed Isabelle from the side and then clicked her tongue.
"Why does men always comes so late for safety?" she had meant to whisper her words but Erthand who had sat in front of her, riding the horse was quick to listen it.
"Do you have to blame men?" he inquired.
"What?" Donna frowned, "Are you one of those who believe that men is always on the right?"
Scoffing, Erthand shook his head while keeping his sight on the road, racing inside the deep part of the forest was worse as the trees were more unpredictable without a proper path made for horses to gallop in it.
"I believe that men are mostly the cause for some problem, but not all," Erthand answered, "If you continue to believe that all men are equally terrible, I fear that you would turn to the princess."
Donna's eyebrows were raised, "Your princess doesn't like men?"
