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It was a busy day at the palace of King Cladius in Angbotain. Guests were arriving for Isabelle's marriage. Different delicacies were being made so the royal kitchen was a mess. Everyone was busy."Pack everything," Isabelle ordered the court ladies.She was packing up. Her clothes were in a separate box. She didn't want to leave her jewelries behind too. Nobody would wear them if she left them. All her belongings were packed. She was currently receiving skincare session. It was in preparation of her wedding night. She should be washed thoroughly before going to her husband's house.She asked to pack her books herself. The most precious possession Isabelle ever considered worthy were her books. She never joked with them. Her maids were even allowed to clean them. She does that herself and everyone knew that.Aravis told her that Adrian would arrive by evening but he's nowhere to be found. She was waiting eagerly by her window. The

"Can you get off me?" Adrian whispered, ruining the moment. He was trying to avoid touching Isabelle. "Oh," she stood up quickly, almost slipping in the process. "I'm sorry.""Those fools," he hissed. "Get your things, we're leaving."                   The court ladies carried the boxes and trunks into the first carriage. The remaining gifts filled the second one and there was no space for a human being to settle.    "Can you ride a horse?" Adrian asked.   He was coming with a horse and the guards were guiding another one to her."No," she confessed.    "Then," he got on his horse, "you will have to wait for a while. These will be dropped first and then, they'll be back to pick you up."   She nodded in understanding. A guard ran to Adrian."Your Majesty, Captain Spencer is back. A messenger said he's on his way her

There were chirping birds by the window. The woodpecker made continuous noise. The couple were wrapped tightly around each other. Guess the hormones acted on their own. Adrian was hugging Isabelle loosely and she in turn, was clutching a piece of his robe in her palm. Adrian's exposed chest served as a resting place for Isabelle's head. They looked calm and peaceful. Why couldn't everyday be like this? Why couldn't they accept each other's circumstances and learn to love? Are arranged marriages a curse? Why do they not want to get involved with each other? Is Adrian really as cruel as he says he is? Adrian was the first to wake up. It was a natural look. He looked around for a while before looking at the intruder in his arms. Why was he holding her? Why were they so close to each other? He could remember how far they were yesterday. What happened? How was he going to escape the situation without waking her? He was removing his arms gently when Isabelle adjusted her pose. H

Her blonde hair cascaded down her gown. She held a side up with a ribbon. Make up was evident on her face, a little bit too much. She was dressed in a purple gown with gold lines by the neckline and the downside. There was a large golden necklace laying on her neck. Gold earrings of the same design dangled from her ears. She was a refined young lady from her appearance. "Prince Adrian," she said, looking at him straight in the eyes and then looking at the figure on the bed. The covers were over Isabelle's face so she wasn't visible to the stranger. "Juno," Adrian called with a smile. He left the bed silently so he wouldn't wake Isabelle. He led Juno out of the room. "Wow, you look so mature now," Adrian complimented Juno. They sat at the dining and the maids brought in refreshments. Adrian was digging into his meal when he noticed Juno's eyes on him."Why are you staring at me?" He looked at her. "Why didn't you tell me about your marriage?" Her face was red from

"I do not even know if you are doing this intentionally or that is really who you are," Adrian said to the sleeping woman on his bed. "Why would you place your head on Spencer's shoulder? You seemed comfortable riding with him too." "Yes, I do," she said without opening her eyes. Adrian let out a shriek and held onto the sheets. Isabelle shook her head and rose up."How much of that did you hear?" He asked with raised eyebrow."Everything?" She answered. "Can you excuse me? I have to apply ointment to area you almost peeled off." "I am sorry about that. It was not intentional," he said with remorse. "When are we leaving? I'm starving.""I was waking for you to wake up but if you want, you can eat here before we leave." "No," she refused. "I'll just have Duncan's meal.""Who's Duncan?""Your royal chef," she answered as he looked aloof. "You don't know his name? Do you even recognize him?" "I recognize Spencer," he shrugged and Isabelle shook her head."I cannot believe I