Elizabeth rode on her pure white horse, Snow, clearly discontent. A glare was plastered on her face and the horse's expression seemed to match. Out of the five suitcases she had left with, she only had four. Four. She had lost an entire suitcase—and the dresses that were in it, too!
She should have known that body guard was too good to be true. Actually, he wasn't even good! She helped in every single fight they managed to get into, and she saved his life! And then he takes off, with her suitcase in his hand, and never returned to her meeting point. He left her all alone.
In the woods.
Elizabeth was taking a small path and her horse moved at quite a leisurely place. Snow was quite worn down, after all. Her high quality horse food was no longer available, so the horse had to deal with commoner food. Like hay.
Even as she saw a figure in the distance, her expression didn't soften. It was probably some kind of scum. No matter, not even a thief would rob her as she looked then. Dirt smudged across her face, her hundred dollar dress with small tears in it, her exquisitely braided hair that was slightly to the left... she looked like a peasant girl. In her own mind, that was.