Self reflection

The day after Nila and Clay left for the Capital. Nila sat down next to Clay on the outside of the carriage while he was controlling the horses. She had just climbed out through the carriage window a few seconds before. 

"How is she?" Clay asked. 

"She seems to be alright. Obviously she's worried about her mother but there's nothing we can do about that right now." 

"Yeah..." There was an awkward silence for a while before Clay eventually spoke again "What was it like growing up as a noble?" 

"There was always a ball to attend and a noble to greet. There was never a moment of rest and I had to be careful of everything I said and did. There were people I had to pretend to like and people I wasn't allowed to speak to. Every thing came at a cost and if I misspoke then my father would be negatively impacted. In short, I hated every second." Nila answered with her usual aloof attitude.