The last time they have met each other was when Isabelle had let her escape from the dungeon. A kind person, that was what Arabella had always thought but for some reason now standing before Isabelle, her heart doesn't feel at peace, as if someone was telling her that she shouldn't stay where she was, alone with Isabelle's company.
"It has became more difficult to see you," Isabelle muttered as she walked slower towards her, "Ever since you left the dungeon, I could not meet you again as easily as before."
"Isabelle," she called, "I thought you have gone home."
"Home? Where would I go without you?" Isabelle crossed her arms and looked at Arabella's figure now. She looks radiant, beautiful and satisfied. Her gown made from the best silk though Arabella had always chosen to wear something simpler in term of looks, it was something that only a king would buy for their queen.
