"Yes your majesty." The maid bowed and was about to leave but was stopped by Isabella, "Also ask the chef to make a steak for his majesty Serra." She said.
"Yes, your majesty I will inform him." The maid left.
The entire floor was cold and the sound of the rain outside the palace echoed through the entire premise.
Isabella stood there, her gown touching the floor and the shawl wrapping around her body.
She did wear her crown but sudden that mere peice of jewelry felt like a burden to her.
She leaned forward and kept her ear on the door of the room. She tried to listen to what was happening inside the room but she was welcomed with nothing but opaque emptiness.
"Sigh. If only these doors didn't make me a stranger so soon." She let go off the door and walked away from the door.
"I hope you become the Duncan I used to know soon." She mumbled to herself and walked away.
