"My lady, it is unladylike to go to meet a higher noble without prior information." the maid chided in a soft voice when Isabella sat in the carriage.
Isabella smiled, there was no sign of anger or worry on her face.
"It is alright. We are soon going to get married anyway, I am sure he would not mind my presence without prior notice." her smiling face was infatuating.
Isabella had long silver hair with gray eyes that looked like silver. Her fair face and bright smile was enchanting. Her sharp nose and pointed chin with long slender collarbones looks seductive yet her face gives an innocent look.
She was the saint of light of the empire. She was the reason Tyrone is alive or she would have died in the attack.
"And it has been days since I passed my holy light. I am worried that his wounds will hurt." the maid sighed looking at her worried face.
