Love beyond throne

Christian remains under medication, while Isabella keeps trying to cope with the persuasion that comes from her people. Becoming the queen. Isabella excused herself from the palace; she sought a quiet and cold environment. While she found one, she sat on a wooden chair, having her guard standing beside her.

"Life has hit me at its peak, not seeing the one my heart beats for." She spoke within herself. "This shouldn't in any way be my part. A part I have to struggle with is seeking the one I love. He is the only one I can count on, the one that keeps me smiling." She breathed down, placing her hands on the wooden chair; she would watch the birds flying.

"I love its sounds. It reminds me of the days I spent with Christian; I wished someone would whisper in my ear with the belief that Christian is alive!" 

Isabella, imagining, using the birds sweet sounds. Had a tap on her shoulder.

"You must be lost in thought." Xavier said, and he had to sit beside her.

"You seem to be stubborn; you seem to understand that I do not love you, and I will never love you." Isabella scolded her.

"Can you give me a reason why you won't love me?" Xavier stood and started walking around the field.

"You are not my fit. You are not my dream man, and I won't in any way take you for that!" Isabella replied, rudely.

"Well, you might sound rude, forgetting the fact that I am a king." Xavier boosted his position.

"Do you think I care?" Isabella got nervous; she had wished he was just a mere human so she could deal the hell out of him.

"Well, you mustn't care; it is not necessary, since we are from a royal home." Xavier replied, drawing more closer to her.

"The beast you think will ever love you has been eaten by vultures." "Do you prefer spending the rest of your life with him in the vulture belly?" Xavier, mocking Christian indirectly, in his absence before Isabella.

"Why do I have the feeling that you can't mount to anywhere? You are full of yourself and, as such, can't be exalted. I hate you; if there is something to compare the measurements of hatred I have for you, I would have done that." She stared at him. "Do not in your entire life speak of Christians in such a manner, else we both won't take it lightly." She pointed at Xavier.

"A beast, a prey to the birds?" Xavier asked with a trace of seriousness.

He was yet to hold on when Isabella slapped him.

"How dare you, how dare you, Xavie, repeat such before me? I warned you earlier before now; do not piss me off," Isabella reminded him. 

Xavier would hold to his cheeks, his face frowning and mean with his reaction. He was so mute, not expecting this from Isabella.

"You slapped me?" He asked.

"Yes, I do, since you have failed to listen." Isabella replied.

"I will forgive you on this; I shall act like this never existed." Xavier replied with smiles. 

Isabella breathed down in anger; she couldn't hold it when she walked away. "You bastard, you have spoiled my day again." She walked out.

"I love," Xavier shouted with a smile, then he touched his cheek again. "She slapped me. Oh, what a coincidence." He took it for love. "What a tolerance?" He shook his head and went on his way.

"It should be said that I do not set my eye on him. He is just a son of a bit; in place of a human, I shall kick his ass off his position." She would say.

Emily, seeing Isabella's reaction, imagined what was wrong with Isabella.

"My princess!" Emily called on her. Isabella was shocked; she never saw Emily coming.

"What are you doing here, you traitor?" You should be the least I expected to see." Isabella told her.

"Grandpa asked me to stay." Emily response, kindly.

"I do not want to see you anywhere closer to me. Please take your leave, least I classify you as part that never want my joy. " Isabella yelled at her.

"I need a space!" Isabella turned to her with force.

"Can you please listen to me? I am innocent of whatever you might think about me." Emily is defending herself.

"You think I care?" "Come on, for crying out loud, what do I have to do with you? You are nothing but once a friend." Isabella, provocation went higher. 

"If there is more to hate, you should be a part of it." 

"Ha! Why! Eh!" Emily reacted, getting Isabella pissed off.

"I've seen, the more I allude to you, the more you get to my neck." Isabella noticed. 

"Having you around seems like having no one!" 

"My princess. Please do not refer to me as such." Emily interrupted. 

"I will help you go in search of Christian; I think he is not dead." Emily tried to get Isabella's attention towards herself.

"Hahahahah." "You are the funniest I have ever met. And I swear to rubbish your life whenever I began with you." Isabella's insult would get Emily almost to mess up.

"Please hear this from me. I'm going to help you out." Emily added.

"Get your assistance out from my presence." Isabella shouted at her. 

"Do not look down on my assistance, please..." Emily pleaded.

"I hate you." Isabella shouted it at Emily. 

"You can say that, but don't hate me for what I do not know about." Emily defended herself. She made a step to leave.

"Come here, you bitch." Isabella would shout at her.

Emily paused and flashed a look at Isabella. 

"What offer do you have for me?" Isabella lowered her voice.

" You refused my assistance at first, why do you seek it this time.?" Emily asked.

" that's because I decided to give you a second chance." Isabella answered.

" over what; do you think I was the caused of what happened.?" Emily stressed her words.

" One will always believe you are the one.; nevermind, provide your assistance now, or else you leave my presence." Isabella, causationed with a severe word.