Tyrone returned exhausted. Isabella had been nothing but kind. She tried her best to help him with his business and even forced him to make sure that he would have his meal.
She treated him in the tea house when he told her they would be late in the market and it would not be appropriate for her to return to his palace at such a late hour.
She only smiled and accepted his every word, things that Cassey had never done. Even from the start, when Cassey was just a commoner, she had been unruly with a headstrong views of right and wrong.
She had her ways to convince him to do her bidding. He paused.. When he realized that he was thinking about her again.
Cassey was the only reason he was feeling exhausted. Every time when he lied to Isabella, it was because of that woman only and it had worn him out.
He felt miserable and awful lying to a saintess who did nothing but help. He sighed as he tugged the collar of his shirt as if he was suffocating.
