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May 1585 It was a long time before Isabella came out of hiding, she had intended to go on a hunger strike, but decided that going without food did not suit her, as she enjoyed it too much. She knew that she had to go and see her brother, even if deep down she didn't want to. Harry wanted what was best for her, she was trying to accept that fact, but it was proving to be very hard for her.
Isabella wore only black today, the colour of mourning. It was a nasty gesture, she knew that, King James was sure to find out that upon hearing of their betrothal she had decided to wear the colour of depression, but she simply did not care, and secretly hoped he would find out soon. She made her way to her brothers room slowly, taking her time to walk through the corridors of the castle, she wanted to remember it, as she knew she would never be returning.
Isabella had not spent much time here as a child, but it was still one of her home countries. She was a princess of France, England and Ireland yet she felt like she was being shunned from them all. She didn't want to live in Scotland and she didn't want to live with James. The only good thing about their betrothal would be the fact that she would get to live with her aunts Mary and Sophia.
She knocked on the door lightly and waited patiently for the guards to let her in, which they did almost instantly. Harry had ordered that his sisters were to be let in without questions, quoting that he always had time to talk to them.
"Brother." Isabella nodded, as she walked into the room. Her voice startling him as he looked up from his parchment to see her. He hadn't expected her to come around so quickly.
"Isabella." Harry nodded, motioning for her to sit down with his ink-stained hand. "How are you?"
"I am simply divine, I cannot contain my excitement for this betrothal." Isabella deadpanned, looking at her brother with a straight face.
Harry smiled slightly before he leant back in his chair and observed his sister, shaking his head with a small smile as he noticed the colours she was wearing today.
"Did you need something, or did you come here just to judgementally stare at me." Harry asked politely.
"I came to ask why I still have to marry King James," Isabella asked, rolling her eyes at her brothers question. "Riona is to marry the King of Navarre, so what is the need for me to marry him?"
"He already accepted before mother made the proposal for Riona." Harry revealed, scratching the back of his head lightly in annoyance. "We cannot take it back now, it would be an insult."
"I don't want-"
"Isabella." Harry groaned, putting his head in his hands. "You are going to marry a king, you will be a Queen, your life will be comfortable and stable that much is guaranteed. James is young and, from what I've heard, handsome. Give him a chance, God help me you sound entitled."
"Entitled?" Isabella scoffed. "For wanting a happy marriage with someone I love?"
"We are royals, Izzy." Harry reminded, trying not to raise his voice. "Mother didn't love father when they got married, and now she cannot let him go. Your love could be the same, why are you incapable of trying?"
