Of this as an opening. I'm terrified to post this, normally just lurk on this board, so it's just a few paragraphs. I have been writing since I could, but no one has ever read any of it. I'd just love to know if it even makes sense to someone other than me, if it's really poor writing or very boring, or both? Or what could be better if improved?
Also apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors, I have proof read about ninety times but sure there are still loads. 
It was none of their business why I was going, I hardly took notice of their affairs, let alone poked my nose in them. Yet they swarmed me like vultures around a fresh carcass, pecking and squawking, unrelenting to leave without every last piece.
Truth be told, I hadn’t an appetising answer to serve them. I wasn’t looking for adventure, although I had scarcely left the city walls since I was a girl. Sitting on back my fathers wagon I thought I had seen some of what the world had to offer and had found it to be less than what little I had even imagined. The most exotic moment I had occurred apon, was looking down from the rickety wood carriage into a blossom scattered lake of grey and flesh coloured fresh water fish and still, they tasted better than they looked swimming about in the shallows of the water. Dirt roads and patched grass could be found within the walls just as well and those short lived spring days had quashed quickly the delusions I may once have had that life outside the city walls held any beauty or adventure worthy of desire.
No more could I tell them in honesty that it was the company I sought, for although it was true that I had never been so close as I would be to so many high born Lords with their silk drenched ladies, I did not care for their extravagance any more than I did for the rats intruding on my half standing shack. It seemed to me, that the main purpose the King, his extensive family and glorified entourage served, was to remind the Kingdom beneath them that they would never be free from the filth, parading the mass of their wealth and sophistication as if that alone should be the subject of our humility. And like the rodents, there was nothing any mere labourer nor rustic could do to prevent them encroaching on our lives, gnawing at our pantry’s -through one tax or another, or breeding at such a rate their numbers would seem to double by a night. If anything, they where a vermin and as such, a nuisance like any other.
I could not very well tell them the truth however and with dozens of hungry beady eyes peering at me as though skinning me alive with their very glare, at length I told them both these false reasons; that I longed for exotic adventure and craved the honour of company with the finest.
No sooner than I finished, did the kettle continue in its synchronised squawking.