With all her might Arabella had rejected the offer given by Princess Isabelle to no avail as eventually she had found herself being pressured into following the Princess to the guest's quarter where the princess now house herself in. The room she has stayed on was beautiful. Maybe the word beautiful was an understatement with how sparkly the room was with crystal ornaments hung on the ceiling that glimmered like stars as the sunlight warmly hit the crystals from the window.
"Welcome, Bella," Isabelle said happily as she turned to look at the servant who seemed to be furrowing his eyebrows in worry.
