I turned to Queen Isabella again, my chest slowly heaving. My lips parted, and I looked away to my slightly trembling fingers. My jaw clenched, and I closed my eyes, willing for it all to go away.
I could accept not being the woman Zidane loves. But knowing... Knowing the woman he possibly did love was right here, ir was a completely different story.
"Are you okay?" He suddenly asked, and I turned to him, my lips parting. I blinked back the tears in my eyes, then took a deep breath.
"I just... marvelled at Her Majesty's beauty. It is quite ageless."
She turned to me, then broke into a smile as she sat back.
"Ageless? I am flattered, but I am not that old."
I smiled. "You gave birth to His Highness. And you still look so..."
"Oh my," She said with a laugh. "No, dear. I am not Zidane'
