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"I do not even know if you are doing this intentionally or that is really who you are," Adrian said to the sleeping woman on his bed. "Why would you place your head on Spencer's shoulder? You seemed comfortable riding with him too."

"Yes, I do," she said without opening her eyes.

Adrian let out a shriek and held onto the sheets. Isabelle shook her head and rose up.

"How much of that did you hear?" He asked with raised eyebrow.

"Everything?" She answered. "Can you excuse me? I have to apply ointment to area you almost peeled off."

"I am sorry about that. It was not intentional," he said with remorse.

"When are we leaving? I'm starving."

"I was waking for you to wake up but if you want, you can eat here before we leave."

"No," she refused. "I'll just have Duncan's meal."

"Who's Duncan?"

"Your royal chef," she answered as he looked aloof. "You don't know his name? Do you even recognize him?"

"I recognize Spencer," he shrugged and Isabelle shook her head.

"I cannot believe I