Chapter 7

Isabeau's POV

"Your Majesty!"

They all turn around and bow, letting go of me. With my heart palpitating in my chest, I slowly turn around to see the man that I've traveled thousands of miles for.

As soon as our eyes meet, I feel a mild pounding in my chest as my stomach swirls with butterflies.

His strawberry blonde hair falls over his face, shaping it nicely. His face structure is just perfect with high cheekbones, a nicely shaped nose and full pink lips. His eyes are the most intense shade of amber I've seen.

I instantly feel weak in the knees as his eyes settle on me. I'd always known he was handsome but how is it that I never noticed just how gorgeous he is? Or is this sudden attraction because he's my savior?

His expression switches to a grimace as he turns his attention to the guards.

"Who is she? Am I to believe this little wolf is the cause of the ruckus in my castle?" He asks, his voice lit with annoyance and I'm taken aback by it.

I remember his words to be much more gentl