Isabel was seated in the carriage watching the scenery as they passed through the road. The pastures sprawled wide in the distance and the chirping of birds was music to her ears. The cool wind flowed gracefully, pushing strands of her brunette hair to the side.
Maria was watching the scenery from the other side and occasionally stealing glances at Dhruv, who was riding his horse, donning armor.
'This girl…Well... she is at that age after all.'
The Emperor sat right opposite her, reading a book nonchalantly, resting his head on his palm. He had an unreadable expression on his handsome face. Isabel couldn't help but occasionally glance at his thick eyebrows, dark, sharp eyes, and a sturdy neck.
She gulped and looked away. The emperor was certainly attractive. Isabel thought the subcontinental people weren't as attractive since it was discussed in some circles back home that they were dark and unattractive.
