#convoisolde

"I don't find myself in company very often. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You may think that you know me. But I assure you, you don't."

       “How cute that you think that would make a difference.” Isolde snarls with an icy glare.

“And what brings you here, your highness?”

“You doing okay?”

“All I’m saying, is that maybe you should put a little more effort into ruling your kingdom. I’d bet if you put the same effort you put in women and parties, on your kingdom. There wouldn’t be a single peasant unhappy with your rule.”

Isolde felt strangely nervous. Not because she was with Boyd, but because they were going out on a date. The raven haired female wasn’t used to being taken out on dates, and it tended to make her feel nervous. Being out in public with someone else wasn’t always a comfortable idea to her. Especially when, for so long, she’d always lived in dread of being seen by those that wanted her dead. Turning to face Boyd, she offered him a soft smile as they entered the restaurant. Of course, Boyd held the door open for her as she entered.