Isabella resist Xavier the more

Isabella, with her entourage, returns back to her kingdom.

"It is a failed search !" Isabella, on her throne, had her hand on her forehead.

"Why not make a move with Xavier?" Grandpa threw in. 

"Please, Father, do not bring this up. I hate him." Isabella answered.

"You can't remain a spinster; you are the queen and must have someone as a husband." Grandpa told her he was so mean with his words.

"Let it be recorded that Queen Isabella ended without a partner. I believe that will be a good history to keep. Where our children, globally, will love to read more about me." Isabella removed her hands from her forehead as she spoke.

"No, Isabella, that can't be recorded, in fact." Grandpa got pissed off. "This throne is expected to be ruled by your offspring. The heir must come from you." Grandpa told her.

"And where I do not want to settle with such a person like Xavier. It should be told that I do not have interest in him. Not even for a day." "Xavier is never my dream and can never be." Isabella's tone went high.

"Do not argue this with me; if you try that, you are as well giving Atlas a bigger opportunity to take over the throne." Grandpa replied to her.

"I believe I will certainly set my eye on Christian again before my death. I wouldn't want you to get worried about this. All you need to do is to count on me." Isabella assured him.

"Keep expecting a ghost as a husband." Grandpa, said Isabella as he focused on his serve at the moment.

"I can't do what they want. Xavier is never my dream man, even though he has the financial status. That doesn't count to me; what counts is the one my heart beats for." "That must be Christian. I do not love Xavier." Isabella thought within her, looking at Grandpa, who was busy eating.

"Why must Atlas go to that extent of tracing me? What was in his mind?" Isabella was worried about Atlas's act, as she shared that with Emily.

"This is the reason why you have to make Xavier your husband." He would protect you the more." Emily, while speaking, wasn't aware of what Isabella was doing. She left the throne and sat on the sofa, busying herself with her phone.

"Are you done with your shit?" Isabella asked, Emily.

"I thought you were sitting on your throne. When did you suddenly leave for the sofa?" Emily surprisedly asked.

"You talk too much." Isabella answered her. "I expected you to say something meaningful, at least about how I would track Atlas down; instead, you opened your mouth, speaking meaningless words." Isabella scolded her. "That is what I seek. Isn't it obvious to you that he was after us during the journey in search of Christian"? Isabella adjusted on the sofa.

"I was aware. Though." Emily answered.

"What makes you my adviser? Why do you stand by my side when you are aware of how terrible Atlas is?" Isabella is still angry.

"You are smarter than him; I do not expect you to think or take this far. Atlas won't hurt you; rather, he will end up beating around the bush." Emily encourages Isabella. 

"You expect me to believe your words when none of them have been able to help me?" "Emily, I think your job here as my personal assistant is coming to an end. I might not take this from you. Just have that at the back of your mind." Isabella proposed to her.

"No, your majesty. This is a very big opportunity you have given to me; I wouldn't want it to be taken from me. I promise to get suitable words that will fit in your demand." Emily, promising. She was scared not to be removed from Isabella's leadership.

"That's the reason I called your attention. Emily, I need advice." Isabella was forcibly demanded from her.

"Your majesty, what exactly do you want? Why do you want to frustrate my life this afternoon when you and I know that Xavier would solve this for you? Not just that, you have the throne without a hope of an heir. Will as well give Atlas a chance to fight you. That will make it easier." Emily replied.

"Do you think Xavier is my fit ?" Isabella asked her.

"Why not? He is your fit. He is qualified; he has everything to make you a perfect husband, except the fact that he flexes around. " Emily answered Isabella politely.

"That makes you a fool, and to everyone that wants me to settle with Xavier. Should be described as a blind human. " "You expect me to settle with a cheat. A womanizer. What do you expect the throne to look like?" Isabella is still speaking.

"At least, his leadership hasn't a record of evil; it is evidence of discharging responsibility appropriately." Charles interrupted as he walked down from upstairs.

"I thought you were asleep." Isabella asked him.

"Your conversation with Emily woke me up. Besides, Renee has traveled to her maternal home. I have a lot of time to discuss with you." Charles answered while he sat.

"I think we have come to the end of this. It should be discussed next time." Isabella, trying to mute the conversation.

"Father has said it all when he asked you to make Xavier your husband." Charles spoke. "He might be a womanizer that would be, as a result, not married, I believe; he would learn self-control as soon as he finally married ?" 

"You make me laugh." Isabella took Charles's words for fun. "Do you think I am foolish to fall for such crazy words from you ?" She asks him. "I am Isabella; I can't trade my innocence, my standards for anyone, not even for royalty. I love bringing everything to equality." "This made it clear when I said, Xavier, with his attitude, can't be my husband." Isabella paused.

" hmmm." Isabella muttered.

" hmmm." Charles reacted. " this is not funny, her Majesty,." Charles added.

" I keep to my words," Isabella, told him. " Read my lips, I Isabella won't in anyway be called Xavier wife." She concluded.