Isabella was drawn to Prince Casmir like the ocean was drawn to the shore, she could barely pull her gaze from him. His hair long and white as snow, his eyes moss green as if the first leaf of spring sprung from the snowy winter. She greeted the prince politely and showed him to his chamber, shortly after dinner was served and the suitors were ushered into their rooms to start the courtships in the morning.
Isabella's nerves made her stomach turn, dressing after her herbal bath, a knock came from her door. It was the doctor checking on her condition, before ordering her to bed to stay rested. She rolled to her side grumbling at the doctor's persistence. She rolled onto her back thinking of the three men that lay in their beds, wondering which of them would claim her.
