It was awkward for the first five minutes, as Queen Isabella did nothing but stare at the path in which Prince Zidane had gone. I tried my hardest to keep everything down to swallow it, but every time I looked up and she was still there, her eyes wistful, I felt my emotions snap beyond my own control.
I slowly stood up, my head low.
"Your Majesty."
She turned to me, and my wolf, weak as she was, snarled. Queen Isabella raised a brow at that, and I shook my head.
"She tends to act up."
She smiled, everything leaving her face like they had never been there. The sadness, the questions written in her eyes as she heard my wolf, even the jealousy regarding the ring. Everything vanished, and it made me wonder just how real any of her emotions really were.
"They do tend to act up. Especially
