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Almost Twelve
"That is where you went, little one" Vincent found Isabelle sitting under the great tree on the south lawn, her head buried in a book. He had to take a second look to remind himself that it was not his wife, but his daughter.
Isabelle had been a miniature of her mother since the day she was born, except for the flares of her temper and arguments that had come about recently between mother and daughter. That temper, he knew too well where it came from.
"I am not so little anymore, papa, I will be twelve next month" she proudly replied.
"We are well aware, my dear, of your age, but you must not talk to your mother as you have".
"If I am to be princess one day…" Isabelle started to protest.
"A good princess listens and considers all paths before speaking and deciding".
"She treats me like a child, like I am still Philippe's age. In ten years, I will be crown princess and after you and mama die, I will be high princess".
"Yes, you will be, but until then and even after that, you still cannot treat your mother as you have. She is very upset".
"I didn't mean to upset her, papa, I just…".
"I know, but from now on, try not to argue with Belle, please, for my sake, I cannot have the two women I love most in the world upset at each other".
"I will try, papa" Isabelle agreed.
"Good".
"I am sorry mama" Isabelle ran to her mother.
"It is alright, darling; I should have not been cross with you".
Belle's eye's met her husbands. All was well for now, this would not be the last time mother and daughter would battle. After all, Isabelle was her parent's child and as she herself pointed out, she was almost twelve.