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"YOU WERE MUCH TOO IMPOSING on his majesty King Alexander," Prudence, the head of castle staff spoke after a tedious while of eyeing Isadora Tremaine as though she was fresh produce the servants had fetched from the market for the palace pantry-trying to find faults that declared themselves willingly on the girl's exterior.
Meanwhile, in the now expired silence, the palace physician-a stout and worrisome man-had been merely speaking to himself under his breath as he applied a salve over Isa's bare ailing ankle and was now in the process of carefully wrapping it in white cloth bandages so as to keep the salve in place and force it to do it's due on the girl's fair skin.
"Do you not care for the royal etiquette, young lady?" The woman spoke when Isadora merely cast her a blank glance.
"In my twenty five years of working at the palace, never have I ever seen a more implying young lady," Prudence scrunched up her face in distaste, and Isa had to fist a single hand and dig her nails into the skin of her palm to compose herself and keep from lashing out.
Generally, Isadora Tremaine was a very composed lady-in fact the girl used her composure as a shield, and had done so for long now. But at present, her state of mind was altered and her heart refused to fall into it's daily manner of being, all because of the bold King Alexander Casimir of Angria. His words, his eyes-his implications-had altered her default state of being, and she was left grasping at herself, trying to dig deep for her composure that just wouldn't surrender to her at present.
"The king is new here," Prudence continued, after waiting for a response from Isadora but getting nothing in return.
"But should that mean that a girl throw herself onto him as though she were fish and he a fishmonger? He's a foreign king, his manner of suggesting things is to be expected considering he has little idea about the reservations in our kingdom in regards to our propriety and etiquette. But that hardly gives you leave to behave like this, especially considering he summoned you as his guest."
Isadora shut her eyes briefly, frustration tugging at every nerve in her body.
"You are something of a... beauty, I suppose, which can explain why his majesty King Alexander decided to be a little more... open, with you, but you clearly took advantage of that and I hardly have any doubt that he's already most regretful at paying you the attention that he did."
Isa saw servants glance warily at her as they passed through the infirmary, wearing varying looks of curiosity and submissiveness, trying to decipher why King Alexander Casimir's guest-who should've been treated otherwise in accordance with the standard-was getting such a lecture from the head of the palace staff.
"Have you no dignity? You should be grateful that you are even here, and have spent some moments in his company. Not every common girl in the kingdom gets such an opportunity."
Isadora schooled herself, keeping her gaze fixed ahead at the door that King Alexander Casimir had left through, as she found her composure back again and allowed it to consume her entirely. Her composure stifled the raging fire inside her every time. It made everything more bearable.
"King Alexander is no Prince Charming," The woman folded her arms across her chest, her hard features twisted in distaste as she grew increasingly frustrated at Isadora's lack of responsiveness.
"Did you expect him to ask for your hand?" Prudence hissed then, lowering her sharp voice to keep the passing servants from hearing.
"Just because you caught his attention at the ball last night? The King of Angria is young, but he is not foolish. He is thirty years of age, and if you had such a thing in mind before arriving here, you are indeed a fool."
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