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Isabela looked at the Scottish man for a moment before she truly heard the words he had spoken. She was always the one who could put on a face to charm those around her but she couldn’t now. Not after the fear she felt when she heard the words fire. It was a different kind of threat and one that shook her to her very core. “That- that is nothing,” she whispered as she brought her trembling hand to cover her mouth to ward off the sob that wanted to break free. She didn’t know where anyone was, she couldn’t search for them till it was safe for them to reunite with loved ones, and all she wanted was her mother and father but she wouldn’t be able to have them hold her and reassure her.Â
Unable to look at the princess as she broke down, he instead drew his gaze to the others in the room. He tried to think of something to say, but the words caught in his throat. He was usually more composed than this, but now he was at a loss. He longed to give in to the worry, to let his mind be filled with thoughts of, what if? But instead he gathered himself, for Effie, for Eideard, and for her. “All of us are worried,” he said. “But we do not even know the extent of the fire. If it would - if it would take your mind off things, please. Tell me about those you wish to see.”
















