My original plan for the day had been quite simple and unassuming. I had envisioned a quaint outing: I intended to venture out to the nearby village, a picturesque little place nestled among rolling hills, where the air was always filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the sounds of gentle chatter among the villagers. My primary goal was to request a bottle of milk from one of the friendly local villagers, someone who diligently collects fresh milk from the cows every morning as part of their daily routine. The arrangement was straightforward and uncomplicated; each person receives one bottle of milk to start their day, a small yet vital part of the community's agricultural rhythm.
However, the moment I learned that Princess Eira would be accompanying me on this excursion, I
