"Make me?!" Ysabel exclaimed. She paced around her room, frustrated at not convincing Hinrik enough to learn the identity of at least the second voice. "Who does he think he is?!"
Ysabel hissed, throwing herself on the bed. She lay flat on her back. She grabbed the nearest pillow and covered her face.
Muffling her screams, Ysabel let her frustration out. She kept screaming until her throat run dry. When she was done, she removed the pillow and sighed, reopening her eyes.
"Curse you, Hinrik!" she whisper shouted.
Getting out of bed, the young monarch opened the balcony doors and inhaled some chilly night breeze. The chilly gust blew on her exposed skin.
She stepped out, resting her elbow on the edge of the balcony that overlooked the garden. The trees and the assembly of flowers below looked innocent. However, like the walls of the castle, they have heard every secret that people whispered around them.
