Char, Ella and Isabella walked in to the Orwood manor, where the ball was.
Everybody bowed when they entered. At first Isabella was confused why, but then she remembered that her father was the king, and of course that would make her a princess.
Her father bowed back, her mother gave a deep nod, and so she decided to courtesy.
Soon everybody started dancing again, including her mother and father but Isabella took a seat.
She watched people dance; her parents were dancing in a similar way to which she and John had danced.
A boy about her age, with ash coloured eyes and dirty-blondish hair that looked very smooth asked her to dance.
Usually she would have rejected the offer but John had wanted her to dance with somebody so she accepted.
"My name is Nabáre," He told Isabella as they danced
Nabáre was the son of one of an earl. He had a sense of humour too, Isabella kept laughing while talking to him. Everything he had to say was so interesting.
The dance ended, Nabáre bowed, Isabella curtsied.
They sat down, he asked her if she fancied anything to eat, she said no.
"You're very interesting" Isabella told him truthfully
"Thank you…but you have not mentioned anything about your life, all I know about you is that you're a princess"
"Why must you know so much about me?"
"I do not wish to know if you do not wish to tell me"
She didn't say anything, just looked at him, he was quite handsome, but of course no competition with John.
Nabáre continued, "We could be friends, so tell me, Princess Isabella, would you like to be my friend?"
Not many people called her "Princess"; it felt strange to be called that.
"We've only just met… friendship will not take its course until a little while," Isabella replied, she added "But you can call me Isabella, just Isabella"
"In the mean while, Isabella, would you like to dance?" He asked
She nodded, and they were of again.
~*~
"Char what is it?" Ella asked, as she looked at her husband whose mouth was hanging wide open. They were at the refreshment table.
"That boy who Isabella's dancing with, he's pulling her closer to him!" Char told Ella not taking his eyes of his daughter and her dance partner.
Ella rolled her eyes "We've been over this, Char, you have to learn to let go"
He ignored her "I think I'm going to have to go there and pull them apart'"
She stepped hard on his foot.
"OW!"
"I'm sorry but I think you deserved that"
"I...I suppose I did"
"Hello" Came an overly honeyed voice from behind them
They turned to look at Ella's stepsister Hattie. Quickly Ella grabbed Char's arm to make sure he wouldn't do anything violent. "Behave," She murmured to him under her breath so only he could hear.
"Lady Hattie, it's so nice to see…well...here you are" Char replied trying to stay polite.
"It feels so good to see you again" Hattie said waiting for an answer when nobody answered she continued, "Ella what a charming necklace you have on, I remember, it used to belong to me"
Ella suddenly let go of Char's arm wishing he would do something violent "It was never yours, actually, you stole it from me"
Hattie started to say something but thought better and swallowed. "Good day" She muttered walking away.
"Let's just enjoy the rest of the evening" Ella said to Char
"Yes... lets"
They stared at the food in front of them in silence, pixie rice, quail eggs, beef songosas, goose tarts, lemon-and-berry sauce… neither of them said anything.
"Ella," Char broke the silence, "I haven't told you this in quite a time…that… I love you"
Ella smiled, looking up at him and put her head on his shoulder, he put his arm around her.
Everybody bowed when they entered. At first Isabella was confused why, but then she remembered that her father was the king, and of course that would make her a princess.
Her father bowed back, her mother gave a deep nod, and so she decided to courtesy.
Soon everybody started dancing again, including her mother and father but Isabella took a seat.
She watched people dance; her parents were dancing in a similar way to which she and John had danced.
A boy about her age, with ash coloured eyes and dirty-blondish hair that looked very smooth asked her to dance.
Usually she would have rejected the offer but John had wanted her to dance with somebody so she accepted.
"My name is Nabáre," He told Isabella as they danced
Nabáre was the son of one of an earl. He had a sense of humour too, Isabella kept laughing while talking to him. Everything he had to say was so interesting.
The dance ended, Nabáre bowed, Isabella curtsied.
They sat down, he asked her if she fancied anything to eat, she said no.
"You're very interesting" Isabella told him truthfully
"Thank you…but you have not mentioned anything about your life, all I know about you is that you're a princess"
"Why must you know so much about me?"
"I do not wish to know if you do not wish to tell me"
She didn't say anything, just looked at him, he was quite handsome, but of course no competition with John.
Nabáre continued, "We could be friends, so tell me, Princess Isabella, would you like to be my friend?"
Not many people called her "Princess"; it felt strange to be called that.
"We've only just met… friendship will not take its course until a little while," Isabella replied, she added "But you can call me Isabella, just Isabella"
"In the mean while, Isabella, would you like to dance?" He asked
She nodded, and they were of again.
~*~
"Char what is it?" Ella asked, as she looked at her husband whose mouth was hanging wide open. They were at the refreshment table.
"That boy who Isabella's dancing with, he's pulling her closer to him!" Char told Ella not taking his eyes of his daughter and her dance partner.
Ella rolled her eyes "We've been over this, Char, you have to learn to let go"
He ignored her "I think I'm going to have to go there and pull them apart'"
She stepped hard on his foot.
"OW!"
"I'm sorry but I think you deserved that"
"I...I suppose I did"
"Hello" Came an overly honeyed voice from behind them
They turned to look at Ella's stepsister Hattie. Quickly Ella grabbed Char's arm to make sure he wouldn't do anything violent. "Behave," She murmured to him under her breath so only he could hear.
"Lady Hattie, it's so nice to see…well...here you are" Char replied trying to stay polite.
"It feels so good to see you again" Hattie said waiting for an answer when nobody answered she continued, "Ella what a charming necklace you have on, I remember, it used to belong to me"
Ella suddenly let go of Char's arm wishing he would do something violent "It was never yours, actually, you stole it from me"
Hattie started to say something but thought better and swallowed. "Good day" She muttered walking away.
"Let's just enjoy the rest of the evening" Ella said to Char
"Yes... lets"
They stared at the food in front of them in silence, pixie rice, quail eggs, beef songosas, goose tarts, lemon-and-berry sauce… neither of them said anything.
"Ella," Char broke the silence, "I haven't told you this in quite a time…that… I love you"
Ella smiled, looking up at him and put her head on his shoulder, he put his arm around her.