{Chapter 28}

Isabella swallowed repeatedly as the groom's party came into the chamber with the Prince at the front, and she was too aware of the fact that she was only wearing her shift and robe in the presence of several high standing noble men. Had she not been a princess, Isabella wouldn't have been allowed this small form of modesty and been completely naked while waiting for her husband to join her in bed.

The Prince appeared to be the opposite of Isabella; calm and collected as he smiled at the teasing thrown his way. However, on the inside, he was so nervous, his stomach was in knots.

According to the men surrounding him, this would be the most pleasurable experience in his life, so that did not worry him at all. It was more performance anxiety than anything else.

Isabella also knew what to expect. It wouldn't be any pleasure for her. She was there for Edward only. Despite this, she relaxed slightly, although still tense, when Edward had been dressed in his own gown and the party left the room.