Princess Emmy walks out holding a dress of mine, “It certainly seems that your concubine has no manners to your solitude. How to ratchet off her,” Emmy expressed, disgusted.
Isabella looked about to lose her breath as she started hyperventilating.
“I agree, a letter from us both to my parents is in order. I will not tolerate such disrespect,” as if I had practiced it, I allowed myself to shed a tear.
I wanted Isabella to pay dearly for this cruelty.
Forever thinking she could be better than me, Emmy placed the dress in the chair behind me, pulled the rope to have assistance arrive at my chamber, and then went to comfort me.
When a guard entered, Emmy replied in my estate as I allowed my tears to flow freely.
Hugging me, she spoke, “Take her to her courters. She has upset your P
