The meeting at the palace

Grandpa Frank and the kingmakers are sitting, awaiting Isabella's presence at the palace. She finally stepped in. They all stood to welcome her. With a limit since she is yet to be crowned queen.

" My princess, we the elder in council, and the entire kingdom, have decided to remind you, that tomorrow mark the last day given to you to have the marrital ritual with Xavier, as well as taking over your brother, I know you will definitely love it." Lord Harrington sounded, with a smile on his face.

Isabella looked around, then pointed to her father.

"I thought it had been cleared to everyone that I do not love Xavier. Neither do I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He is not my fit." Isabella, veils could show right around her throat. 

"Listen, princess, we believe it should be a rumor that you are in love with your bodyguard. You have been caught several times going beyond his duty." I believe he is not the one influencing you with this." Lord Harrington speaks. 

"I think I have grown to know what I want." "That young man there isn't just my bodyguard, but a man I have decided to spend the rest of my life with. I believe fully that no one, not even the tradition, can stop it." She spoke, "And when you think I will step down, for Atlas, that should be a big lie from the pit of hell." Isabella replied.

"Listen to us, Isabella. If you do not distract from this, we will be forced to separate you and Christian." Frank,  the grandpa spoke. "I can't afford to have you be deprived of the throne. This is a destiny that can't be shifted to anyone, rather you or your brother. Unfortunately, you, brother, have taken your own part. By going against the kingdom rule and tradition. He did the unexpected and was meant to face it." "Is that the same part you want to follow?" Frank asked, as he stressed his words, if his tone could move higher, even unexpectedly. Despite being an old man, he deserved rest.

"Father, Charles has done his part; it is my time to act, reflecting my culture, my own decisions. I can't settle with Xavier; he is not my dream man, but Christian." 

"Shut your mouth, you little child. Are you aware that you are crossing the boundary? You can't in any way be crowned queen if Christian stands as the one you had planned to spend the rest of your life with." Frank, cause her.

"Grand Haven said it all." Charles spoke. "I wished I could have the throne and at the same time keep my marriage with Renee, but I have to forfeit one. Which is, forfeiting the throne." Charles would speak for the love he has towards Renee.

"What are you insinuating?" Isabella, asked Charles, sitting beside the throne.

"Whatever I insinuate should tell you that it wasn't my wish to forfeit the throne; neither did I plan for it. I know the custom, yet I went on going astray, believing you would do better, since you are betrothed to Xavier." Charles added.

"I am sorry to bring this to everyone's notice. I will rule as the queen and, at the same time, spend the rest of my life worthily, Christian. Nobody, not even the tradition, will stop me." Isabella slammed her foot on the floor. She could mean her words.

The council was all amused, seeing such courage coming from her.

"It might sound surprising to you all; do not forget, traditions are made by humans and would be amended by humans. This is my era, to prove to you that what you define as taboo ""could stand as the joy of my life. I do not want to know what you all think about it. But be rest assured that I, Isabella, won't forfeit anything. Not the throne, non-Christian. They both are mine," she boldly speaks, her wide eyes opening, demonstrating the strong love she has and reflecting her decision.

"Isabella, watch your back; you have just both today to make your decision. Tomorrow, by this hour you should be concluded, been with Xavier, else you lose all to Atlas." Lord Harrington professes.

"I am sorry; I will be the last to quiet my intention. Just as I have said it, I can't go back." Isabella stood firm. Christian stood beside the door, unknown to them, listening to every conversation.

"I love the princess. I can't afford to lose her; she means everything to me." Christian spoke within himself. "I wished I could convince her, I wished she would let go of me, and I was doing the same." "It is clear that we both have shared the same thing." Christian is taking thought right within him.

Back to the palace. 

"Just tomorrow, tomorrow, Isabella." Lord Harrington pointed at her. 

Isabella stood and walked into her bedroom. She could need to ease the sound and reflection of whatever has taken place in the palace.

Christian walked in to the bedroom without her noticing; he tapped her at the back.

"You almost scared me!" Isabella reacted.

"Sorry about that; I was trying to take you unaware." Christian could feel so happy at the moment.

Isabella turned to him; she placed her hands on his chest, then had to speak. 

"You are the first to have made love with me. I cherished the night I gave you my virginity." "Christian, I loved you. I love you with all my heart, everything in me precisely that breath as well," Isabella would express her joy.

"I love you, irrespective of what is going on. The argument is the same as going against the custom. Just know that I, Christian, love you." 

"I do most. I love you with all my heart. I love you with everything in me." Christian, you are the best that has happened to me." Isabella replied and drew her lips closer to him. She placed her lips on him and started kissing him. 

"I need to feel the woman in me. I need to kill this anxiety, take off the reflection, and silence the sounds of what have been said to me. I love you." Isabella, kept kissing him. Gradually, they had a romantic love, a moment together.