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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
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It seemed peaceful. Isabelle's head was on Adrian's shoulder as he locked their hands together. A shy smile played on both their lips. "So...," Adrian whispered. "What do you want to know?""Everything," she smiled. "It would be shameful that I know nothing about my husband." He was still. History must be a sensitive topic for him. She was about to talk but her shushed her. "I was birthed to King Augustus by a court lady. Lady Judith," he smiled. "My mother was what anyone could wish for. She was beautiful, humble and innocent. She died when I was just eight." "Spencer told me she was murdered," Isabelle interrupted. "Is that true?" He sighed. "Yes, she was murdered. I was enrolled in royalty training but I did not get along with the other scholars. They claimed I was cursed. That went on for eight years until the General brought his son, Spencer to Deira. He was the only one I opened up to. I started going to war at a tender age and surprisingly, I came back victorious. I
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"I get scared at the slightest sight of blood, how do you manage?" She asked curiously. He looked around awkwardly and answered, "I just manage. I am the General after all." "So, Generals don't get scared?" She teased."Of course not." He was now fully dressed in his armour. He placed his sword back in its sheath and showed that he was ready to leave. She stood up and held his hands tightly. "Please come back," she pleaded. He chuckled slightly."We're just going to support them. I will be back soon," he assured her."Overconfidence is not good. Anything could happen and I don't want to start thinking about bad scenarios." "You're worried? In this marriage of respect?" He teased."Say that again and and I'll make sure you get a consort." "Do I have to explain whose loss that is?" He smiled. They hugged each other tightly and refused to let go. Spencer knocked on the door gently."We're ready General!" They disengaged with tears in her eyes and a smile on his fa
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"The war shall be over soon, I can assure you. Stay healthy," she read the last part of the letter Adrian had sent to her. She was busy eating lunch and stood up when she was done. She folded the letter neatly and tucked it in her blue gown.A guard came running in. "Your Highness!" He bowed. "Prince Malcolm is here." "Prince Malcolm?" She asked in confusion. What was he doing here? It looked like Adrian didn't like him so she wanted to keep her distance. "You may leave," she dismissed him. She walked to her room swiftly and kept Adrian's letter by the table. She placed her coronet on her head and walked out elegantly.Malcolm was just alighting from his horse and two guards from the main palace were behind him. He was looking haughty as ever with his disgusting smile. "Prince Malcolm," she bowed in respect to him. He was still in mourning as he was dressed in white."Princess Isabelle," he returned the greeting. "How have you been?""I have been well your Majesty.
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"When is Prince Adrian going to return?" Juno asked at the table.Louis, Leopold and Juno were eating their breakfast on the dining table. She was picking at her food."The war is over," Louis reminded her. "He should be back soon." "He will take a detour to the main palace before coming here," Leopold added. "Who knows what father has in store for him this time?"Isabelle graced them with her presence in the room with Lydia by her side. She wasn't looking very good. She was dressed in a long blue overflowing gown with puffy shoulders. Her silver coronet sat on her woven hair neatly."Good morning your Highness," the boys greeted."Good morning," she replied with a smile. She and Juno exchanged glances.Isabelle sat down at the head of the table while Juno served her."Your marriage to our brother was the gift he was given for successfully returning from war," Leopold joked."Is that so?" Isabelle asked as she began to eat. "The wedding gift," she chuckled.Leopold was stealing glanc
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His heart skipped a beat. Did those words really come out of her mouth? He turned slowly and faced her."Really?""It is your stable, I have no right to make you leave.""Come with me!" He pulled her hurriedly and didn't stop until they reached their room. She didn't bother to ask what was going on either and just obeyed him."Undress," he ordered."Hmm?" She squeezed her face together. "Did I hear you right?"He stared right at her."Undress and wear a more comfortable and less formal dress."He walked out after that little sentence.She looked at where he stood for a while before running in quickly. She looked through her box and found one of the dresses she often wore as Belle. She changed into the sky blue gown with a white inner shirt. She fastened her boots and Lydia helped her with a fishtail braid."Did he tell you where you were going?" Lydia questioned."No," Isabelle turned around in her dress like a fairy."Are you that happy?" Adrian walked in with a smile.Lydia bowed im
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Malcolm walked leisurely to his mother's chambers. His guard was closely behind him and they moved in silence. Why would his mother call for him at that time? When he reaches the door, the court lady announced, "Prince Malcolm is here!" and she bowed. "Let him in," Indira's voice came from inside. The doors were opened and Malcolm entered. Indira was seated at a table with a cup of tea in front of her. There was another one where Malcolm was supposed to seat and some sugar. She looked serious. Malcolm knew his mother always had a serious face on but this was different. "Mother," he called softly so as not to press the wrong button."Sit, Malcolm," she replied after taking a sip of her tea. He lifted the cup to his nose and sniffed it."Black tea," his lips curved up in a smile. The black tea was extremely bitter but his mother enjoyed it. No amount of sugar could make it sweet but it would reduce the bitterness. He added two spoons of sugar quickly and took a sip.
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Adrian was looking at his reflection in the mirror as Isabelle rubbed olive oil on his scars. He sighed, "I used to be handsome." She looked at him in the mirror and he raised an eyebrow. "What?" "Nothing," she shook her head. She placed the lid on and set the oil aside. "You're going to the main palace, are you aware?" "No," she said. "Why?""I told you Nefertiti was getting married, didn't I? What would you be doing here when you're supposed to be helping her out until then?" He shook his head at her and walked to the bed. "All you do is sneak out," he muttered."When is the wedding?" She asked meekly. "In a week," he groaned. "You can take Lydia with you. The royal carriage will arrive soon." "Will you be okay alone?" He sat up and looked at her with a weird face. After pulling his lips in for a while, he let out an hysterical laughter. Her jaw dropped open. She had never seen him like that. Suppressing his laughter for a while, he snapped his fingers
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