Hello!
I'm going to make the chapters shorter because it's easier to write that way, especially when you don't have an outline.
So here it goes!
I walk back into my rooms to see Isabella struck with awe, running her hands over the night garments that my mother had left for her.
She looks up at me quickly once she notices my presence, and then back down to the garments. "There so beautiful and ornate. I couldn't possibly sleep in them," she says.
"Of course you can. And you will," I tell her, leaving no room for discussion.
She shakes her head. "I'm a lowly maiden," she says, her sweet voice shaking. "I'm not worthy of wearing these."
I can feel my anger growing, hearing my sweet little maiden talk about herself in such a manner. I lead her over to the bed where we sit down and I look into her eyes. "I don't know who was feeding you these awful lies, but they are far from the truth. You are worthy of these clothes and much more," I tell her, meaning every word.
"But –," Isabella starts to protest.
"No, Isabella," I look deeply into her round chocolate brown eyes. "I mean what I say. There won't be any further discussion about this. You are wearing the clothes."
She nods her assent. I rise from the bed and move towards the door before turning back to Isabella, who looks defeated and resigned. "Angela will be in shortly to dress you for bed. I need to go have a discussion with my father," I say to her. "I'll be back shortly."
Next chapter should be up in like 20 minutes.