That night inside Cassius's study room a knock resounded but a face that he didn't want to see arrived in front of him instead. The face belonged to Princess Isabelle, the princess whose brother had met him in the harbor, and the same one who had exchanged the princess for his kingdom.
Princess Isabelle was described by her brother as an understanding, kind, and a rather gentle soul by her brother. But right now the person standing before Cassius was far from being anywhere near gentle.
She had a smile on her face, one that was practiced to soothe anyone's heart. Perhaps she had grown since a baby with such gentle expression that people could no long discern the underlying evil from her eyes.
It's clear to see from his eyes that Isabelle rarely sees someone as a person, seeing them as something lesser but not out of arrogance, rather simply out of disinterest.
This was the type of person Isabelle was. A cold hearted woman who pick those who she cares and those she doesn't.
