Take this

The carriage did arrive, but the damn thing was broken. Once again, Evie could not stop herself from worrying. They had to get the prince to safety, this instant. The future of this kingdom could not be left undefended against a storm.
She eyed the carriage and then turned to the prince again, wrinkling her forehead.
“There is an inn, not too far from here.” She announced. “But I highly doubt that we will be the only ones seeking refuge there.” The inn would be crawling with people looking to get out of the rain and if this old man had recognized the prince then chances were that some of the people there would as well. Worst case scenario, it could get dangerous. Even more so than the storm.
“If we hurry, we might be able to rent a room.” Before they run out. “Where you can wait, out of sight.” She glanced at the guard. He could be stationed outside the door and Evie herself could remain with the locals, safe from the storm but not alone in a room with the prince. Even suggesting such a thing would be terribly inappropriate, even for her.
“Come.” She pulled her cloak off, handing it to the king and ignoring how it left her arms bare. Today had been the wrong day to challenge the norms of fashion, it appeared. “Take this, I beg you.”
The prince had to be kept safe at any cost and he had given his fur to the children! He was in dire need of a cloak, otherwise he might catch a cold!


She could? He looked down at her arm which appeared to be injured and he concluded that, indeed, a broken arm did not make her incapable of walking on her own.
“Oh.” He said, feeling foolish, and yet he made no attempt to put her down. It was his fault that she was in this mess. Had he not helped ready her horse she might not have left the castle, and had he kept a closer eye on his own horse, it might not have gotten away and she would have had better means of getting home. Now, all she had was him. A poor servant boy who couldn’t do much more than this - carry her. If he put her down then what use was he, really? None. However it was not his decision to make and perhaps letting her walk on her own would be the safer option.
“I am sorry, My Lady.” He spoke respectfully. “Would you like me to put you down again?”