Sam chuckles softly at how Damon was acting. "You know, you should really relax. The village is just right here. Besides.. everyone loves me. I'm not one of those asshole Queens that treat my people like horse manure." Sam says, reaching out to lower his sword. "Don't get me wrong, I know you can protect me if someone decides something else, but until then, relax."
They slowly made their way down the path to the village that should pretty much be connected to the castle. Unlike others, we didn't have walls around our castle, though we did have archery towers and guards that specifically guarded the perimeter. Afterall, no one really messed with us. Knowing that a lot of us are werewolves, we never really were hunted because we never did anything wrong.
Once into town chickens and kids would scurry along the roads, as well as men and women doing work. A lot of people waved, and gave Sam a sweet smile, others were just too busy to even notice Sam was passing through. Everyone was maintained, well fed, and happy. That's all that Sam wanted.
Finally, the two would make it to the bakery, and inside the smell of cinnamon and coffee was strong. "Good evening Eugene, how is my favorite maker of the bakes doing?" Sam would say, walking up to the front with a smile. "I would like a couple of your finest sweet rolls please."
Eugene would smile and nod. "Ofcourse my queen!" He would say, suddenly turning around to disappear into the back to make some fresh sweet rolls. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was a good guy.
Sam turns to Damon and clears her voice. "Have you ever seen me in my true form before Damon?" Sam would say, trying to strike conversation. "Not this form, I'm sure you know what form I'm talking about."