"So, he returned midway!" Isabella's expression did not change at all. But everyone around her shivered. "What about my brother? Did he return already?"
"No, your highness. His majesty would only come after a week when the summit would end. This time, he might bring another concubine to strengthen the relationship between two empires." Isabella only frowned. But she did not mind how many concubines her brother took as long as she could get married to the one she wanted.
She knew he did not want to force her into a political marriage, that was why he was getting married so many times.
"What have you thought of the future, your highness? You are not getting any younger and Syria is growing faster than one had expected." The maid's shoulder tremelbed but she could not stop worrying for the girl.
