When Isolde reached Harry, she didn't stop and kept walking while he followed her. She went straight to their meeting place, which happened to be the armory room where he worked, and once he entered behind her, he locked the door. Immediately the door locked, Isolde flung herself into his embrace, and he wrapped his arms around her slender body.
"I'm scared..." she admitted in a whisper against his chest as she breathed in his natural scent that reminded her of burning wood. "If Father dies, I might be given away to another and never get to see you again," she told him, her voice trembling as tears poured down her face and soaked into the front of his wrinkled brown shirt.
Harry knew loving a princess was a grave sin that would cost his head if her mother were to find out, but he had taken that risk weeks ago when she kept coming to see him with different excuses. She was so naïve and innocent he didn't realize when he began to look forward to seeing her every day.
