@crownprincejacques
The thread made barely a sound as Isobel pulled it through the cloth, the crackle of the fire drowning it out for the most part. Her attention was only devoted partly to the needlework she did, her gaze occasionally drifting out the window and away from her work. Her face had its normal impassive look, concealing all and any thoughts she may have.
A knock at the door broke what little attention she had. Her guard called into her. “The Dauphin, your Grace,” he called. She had told them Jacques was permitted to enter, however her guards were sometimes sticklers about still announcing a visitor. “Please let him in,” she called out. The door opened a moment later, allowing Jacques in as Isobel rose and gave a quick curtsey.
