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Chapter #3
Andrew
by: Unknown
Isabelle was frusterated at being pampered so, but the beautiful evening had cooled her temper. she breathed in contently. what a fine life it would be to live out here, away from the ridiculous politics and the perfumes of the palace! she was jolted from her thoughts by a deep voice behind her.
"My lady?"
Startled, Isabelle spun around to find a young man, only in his twenties, in long emerald robes and a black cape. he had warm, hazel eyes and his long golden hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail.
Isabelle frowned. "Never, ever call me 'your lady'again, Andrew." she snapped.
he smiled and leaned heavily on the oak staff with the emeralds and carvings of dragons. "And what is a humble traveller supposed to call the heir to the throne, my lady?"
"by her name." she answered, smiling in spite of herself. she always enjoyed his company, although his stiff, formal manner could be annoying.
"Fine," he answered. "But your father would kill me if he heard me call you that."
"Then don't call me 'your lady' in front of him," she replied lightly.
Andrew smiled, enjoying her rebelious attitude.
"We must get to the hall," he said, rubbing his leg. "Your mother has been worried sick about you!"
Isabelle shook her head. "Tell me a story."
"Surly, you've heard enough of me."
"Tell me a story."
"I've no more to tell you!"
"Tell me a story."
Andrew chuckled and said, "Let's find a bench, and you can tell me which one you want to hear."
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