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the suggestion coaxed a snicker from the princess, breathing a sigh of relief that she hadnât traded one dreadful conversation for another. she didnât know much about the queen of scotland, but the woman clearly possessed a sense of humour, which was a most welcome turn of events. âfrankly, your grace, if i had a grave dug for every man whoâs ever made a clumsy attempt to woo me, switzerland would be a graveyard.â a rather boastful statement, but modesty had never been amaraâs forte. âhe certainly seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice.â she scoffed. âhis adventures did sound very grand, and his accomplishments far too good to be true. i initially gave him the benefit of the doubt because, well â my hand will be given to a suitable gentleman sooner rather than later, and i would prefer he be a man of my choosing.â
Isabella smirked as she heard laughter coming from the princess - a younger sister to their host if memory served her well. A younger generation she had to fully get to know, a positive side to the summit if there was one; it wouldnât hurt to know who could be roped into future schemes, even if now none were in her mind. â We canât displease your brother, the King, by turning your homeland into a mass graveyard. â Amusing yet somber sight in equal parts, sending a clear message, whish she spoke aloud. â Suitors beware, your hopes may become your grave. â She was coming to appreciate the seeming sincerity with which the young royal was speaking. â Grand adventures? A catch isnât far behind. They think a little tale of strength and bravery is enough to make a woman swoon. â She said, smiling yet again as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. â A luxury, to choose your own husband. Oh, donât let my words discourage you, I gave my husband a tongue lashing shortly after I accepted his proposal to actually go through with it and marry him. He chose me but I hadnât chosen him yet, not really. â












