Isabella, imagine christian in her

Emily could imagine Isabella's sudden attitude. She smiled within her.

"What happened if Christian is alive?" Emily asked her.

Isabella was pestered. She drew her hands closer to Emily's head.

"Listen, Emily, I have no time to waste. It is either you do as I have demanded or leave my presence; I have no time for this." Isabella told her.

"I am your adviser, your childhood friend. We had grown together, getting to know each other bette"r. You feel you can run into a bad direction and watched me allow you to draw in the sea". Emily paused and continued. "No, Isabella. I would rather render my life to save you than watch you dead." 

"Is anyone planning mischief against me aside from Atlas? Because I know he should be the one with such a devilish heart." Isabella told her.

"Unfortunately, your Majesty, it is not about Atlas, but your joy." Emily answered.

"When do you care about my joy? If you did, you wouldn't have directed Grandpa towards the Christian room." Isabella shouted; Charles could easily hear the conversation and interrupted. 

"She didn't." Charles answered.

Isabella paused as she sighted Charles.

"Why have you chosen to put a deaf ear on this?" You have forgotten in a hurry that Emily had been your friend; she will never in a day mislead you." Charles told her. 

"Look here, sister, Christian is gone and will never by chance or any means be found. What had happened to him would be his fate." Charles added.

Isabella hissed and stood firm.

"His fate?" She asked. "I think you failed to understand that he has been my reason for survival. I do not believe he is dead," she nodded her head. "Yes, so take that to the bank, to everyone that my man Christian is alive. I will remain single if I fail to find him." She pointed at both Charles and Emily. 

"The conspiracy against him won't stand because I know this isn't his fate but a conspiracy that must be untangled." Isabella added.

"You amaze me with something. Who on earth will conspire against a commoner, one with such an ugly trace?" Emily spoke.

Isabella slapped her immediately.

"If you can have the audacity to call your lovers names, do not try that with me, else you won't find it likely with me." Isabella warned her.

"Not in my face will you try that again, for a little figure like Christian." Charles warned her.

"I am the queen, the ruler; you dare not challenge me, brother." Isabella replied so rudely. "You have scolded me a lot over my man; you called him names and would even go to the extent of pointing hands at me. Yet, you have one right in your house." She answered him. "Same didn't just lower your status, but rather you forfeited your birthright just to spend the rest of your life with him." Isabella is indirectly mocking Charles for his weakness. " I chose mine, then you rise up only to proof your brother ship on me. Why don't you prove it to your heart that had deceived you?" Isabella asked him, Emily, still with her hands on her cheeks.

"Isabella..." Charles was short of words.

"Speaks!" Isabella asked him. 

Charles couldn't speak; instead, he had his index finger pointing at her.

"You want me to marry that so-called rude and arrogant king of yours, the one you think fits my status?" Isabella continues.

"Don't push to the way, Isabella. You are pissing me off." Charles aggressively warned her.

"Yes!" Isabella said, walking around her chamber. "That's because I am saying the truth. You don't want to hear it, right"? She asked him.

"Remember Isabella, who is against you. Christian won't defend you, not even in his death." Charles added.

"He is always my defender." "And I asked, use the door." Isabella pointed at the door as she shouted at Charles and Emily to leave immediately. 

Isabella's voice could go more beyond imagination." "How could he say such a thing right before me? He should respect himself." She concluded, then turned to Emily.

"What are you still doing here?" Isabella?" asked Emily.

Emily had to run out from Isabella's presence. Isabella sat back silently, looking so dull and pained; her heart wouldn't say what exactly was wrong with her. Yet, she believes Christian is still alive.

"The best I have ever had." Isabella was speaking while she looked at the picture of Christian on the wall in her room.

"I am sure you are alive; it always tells in every breath I had. I could always breathe the name Christian." She said and smiled. "Spend the night with me, my darling." Isabella placed the picture right beside her.

To Christian, he was still in pain and didn't know exactly what to do.

"When will I be fine?" Christian asked Michael, who was sitting beside him.

"Don't worry, Christian, you will be fine." Michael answered with gladness; he felt joy for saving Christian life.

"I can't wait to leave here back to Princess of Aldovia; she must know that I am alive." 

"Don't say that. Do you want to put me in trouble?" Michael asked him. "Is this how you want to pay me for the good I have done for you?" He added.

"You don't need to speak that, please; don't repeat it; it irritates me a lot." Michael warned him.

"I know you have gone through a lot to serve me; you had the opportunity to take my life, yet you chose to save me." "I am not ungrateful." Christian told him.

"Well, you seem to be, especially now you speak about the princess, the main reason Xavier has wanted you to kill. Not just that, you were sent to join in a battle you are not ready for." "You should be fine, after which we plan on what to do next." "I am not more a soldier because of you." It should be enough reason to focus on your recovery, follow your establishment, and leave your past with the princess of Aldovia aside". Michael told him.

" She mean all to me." Christian spoke.

Michael warned him. "Do not provoke me." He pointed at Christian.