"Did someone face appeared in your pretty head, Bella?"
Taken aback, Arabella snapped from her thoughts and looked at Isabelle who was still smiling. But something in the air had begun to shift, not so tangible but rather felt in the air which made her worried for a second as she shook her head.
"No Your Highness."
"That's great," Isabelle said which made her confused.
Great? What was great?
"Men are lousy things aren't they?" Princess Isabelle picked a teacup and took a sip as she spoke. "Lousy and incapable. Only good in helping women with bearing a child."
But that's odd, thought Arabella in her head. Wasn't the princess here to marry Cassius?
"My father," said Princess Isabelle again, "He has seven wives, that's only counting those who are legally married to him. As for how many maids he had slept, hm, perhaps it would have filled the entire castle."
