A Tale of Arranged Hearts ( Medieval Romance )

Part 2

"...ella, Isabella!" Queen Margaret called out to me taking me out of my thoughts about my childhood.
"Yes, your majesty?" I looked at her confused. She walked up to me and grabbed my hands gently, looking into my eyes with concern.
"Oh my child, is something troubling your mind?"  Her eyes bore into mine looking for the answer, that I was not going to give her. I avoided her eyes, gazing out the window in front of me, viewing the castle courtyard, awaiting for the carriages to arrive. How could I dare tell her my worries? What am I to answer to the Queen and the mother of my future husband?
"Everything is alright your majesty, I am rather tired that is all. Thank you for your concern." I smile at her hoping for my eyes not to give out anything. Oh no, it seems they did, making the Queen furrow her brows and breathe in. She slightly squeezed my hands.
"I do not know nor understand what is going on between you and my son these past few months. He keeps me in the dark about your relationship. Although I pray for you to find peace with each other as soon as possible, your birthday is so soon! How are you planning to control this country when you can not control your relationship?" This annoyed me to my core.
"Your majesty, with no offense, you should be telling your son this, not me. I am not the one who started this, nonetheless, I've tried to recover what we had but he..." I closed my eyes not being able to look at her and took a breath trying to calm my racing heart.
"He is unreasonable. I try my best but it seems to me he is unwilling to listen. My birthday is in two weeks, the wedding is followed by the start of next month but he decided to go off on a journey instead of being concerned with the planning. He doesn't even want to try controlling our situation, he just left after our argument!" I took a deep breaths from the long rant. I look at her face. Pure shock on her face. What have I done, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
"Your majesty, I am sor..."
"No" she interrupted me.
"Why haven't you told me about this Isabella?" Genuine concern and sorrow in her expression, she began answering her question.
"Did you think I would go against you? I understand my son is difficult at times and I cannot defend him about your last argument. But I am only hoping that after his return today, you two too will repair the relationship you once had." She offered a smile, I returned it turning my head back to the window, only to see knights on horses and a royal carriage arriving to the courtyard.

King William, Queen Margaret, I, and other servants stood at the main doors of the estate waiting for Alexander's arrival. Once the white carriage with black and blue enhancements arrived at the waterfront of the courtyard the door opened. Alexander stepped out, throwing me in the thought of how he fit in that carriage. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and a muscular built body. He wore a deep shade of midnight blue snug-fitting blouse with boasted a subtle pattern, The trousers, a shade darker, flowed gracefully, accentuating the powerful silhouette of his legs, emphasizing his tall and muscular frame, completing with a tailored black jacket. Alexander had black wavy hair, striking brown eyes shaped by thick black brows and lashes. My sight traveled to his sharp jawline, it tempted the urge to run my fingers along its contours. His face exuded a captivating blend of rugged masculinity and subtle sensuality, framed by strong, thick lips. My eyes went back to his and we made eye contact, he was looking at me with that cold expression, as always.

Alexander was approaching us at rapid speed as words began to come out.
"I have arrived safely, your majesties." His head bowed down. His mother embraced him in a tight hug, after letting go he took a step towards his father, extending his hand to shake they collided in a hug, with pats on the back. As they release the hug, dark brown eyes meet my green ones. He walks to me, not breaking eyesight, and bows his head as he grabs my right hand and lightly kisses the top of it.
"Lady Isabella" eyes back to mine, face still expressionless, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
"As green as ever, huh?" he was smirking as the remark. My eyes, my green eyes, Alexander disliked them. I felt my hand shake, my legs weaken, and my heart speed in my chest. What games is he playing? Ripping my hand out of his, I hold my dress and bow to him.
"Welcome back, Your Highness."