29-A bit about Narnia

Noah

"Why are you smiling, my prince?" I heard my driver, ask with a bemused expression on his face.

I had asked him to circle the entire neighborhood so I could inhale the clean air and let the tension I felt in my nerves be replaced by relief.

My right thumb was on my lips, fondling the soft tissue. The imagery of Ashley standing so close to me crossed my mind and my lips curved, forcing a dimple to form under my left cheek. 

"Nothing," I muttered, "But wait, did you see any of the secret service around the street?"

Daniel squinted an eye, trying to recollect, "I saw a few, walking behind the bakery and also around a small mart."

I let out a chuckle, "So my mother is still watching me? Fantastic, isn't it?"

"I think she's only looking after your safety, my Prince. " Daniel responded slowly.