It is wrong...to love you? ~ E. Bridgerton

~ Uno ~

Princess Isabella had arrived to London no more than 10 hours ago. Her ship had arrived just in time for dinner time. The Queen had expectantly been awaiting for her arrival, excited to see her niece once again. 

Throughout dinner time, The Queen waisted no time in comforting her niece and welcoming her into her home, as if she was her own daughter. Having gone through such unbearable pain the pain and loneliness the past four months, the Princess cried gently in her aunt's arms. 

Just as the night had ended, the Princess' main maid knocked on her door, walking in shortly after announcing herself, getting ready to prepare the Princess for the upcoming ball that same evening. 

"Good morning, Maria," the Princess said as she stretched her arms out, bones cracking as she let out a groan, "pardon me, seems like that sleep was much required for me" she let out a gentle chuckle. 

"Good morning, your Majesty" Maria bowed to Isabela, "The Queen has requested your presence for breakfast this morning," she spoke as the young woman stod from her bed and went to sit down at the vanity that sat in front of the big window, "after breakfast, you have been requested to join a Lady Danbury for a promenade in the garden," she informed the royal that sat in the vanity, moving on to brush her tangled hair.

"Thank you for informing me," Isabela said as she looked outside, letting her thoughts wonder around, "what do you think of London so far, Maria?" 

"I think it is quite beautiful, your Majesty" the maid responded, she had been Isabela's main maid since she was a baby, she had watched her grow up and changed her diapers when her mother had been unable to. 

"Do you reckon we will have a peaceful time here?" the Princess wondered. 

"I do hope that we do, especially you, your Highness" she responded. Over the past 6 months she had seen the bright girl dim down, first her father had passed, which caused the girl to go into sadness, but she had pulled through with the help of her younger brother, Prince Israel, and her mother, Queen Rosabela, but once they passed form sickness...the bright girl who was strong had crumbled down. The staff in the castle as well as the guards and stable men noticed and were saddened by this.

Once the news of the Princess deciding to take her next few years of life in England, they were concerned with her safety, but figured that with Queen Charlotte being next to the young lady, it should be fine. Especially if she took Maria and some other's in the staff with her. The Heir would be safe, and hopefully, their happy and beautiful Princess would come back. 

"Thank you, for readying me, Maria," the Princess said gently and she used her hands to straighten any creases that her light green dress had, "I shall request your presence if you are needed," the young woman headed towards the door of her new room, Maria opening the door for her, "have an excellent day" 

"You too, your Highness" she bowed once again, before walking the other way, to the helps' chambers. 

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"Ah! My Darling girl!" said the Queen with a gentle smile on her face, "were you able to get the sleep you needed? I informed the help to allow you to get a few more hours of sleep before they woke you, I know traveling strength has never been your strong suit" she said as she stood to offer her niece a short hug.

"Good morning, aunt Charlotte," Isabela said as she hugged her aunt back and moved to take a seat on the modern looking chair, next to her aunt, she called a helper over, "my legs ache from all the travel I have made the past few days, would you be as kind to serve me a plate of eggs and bacon? As well as complementary fruits? Thank you" she ordered the young man who got to work rather quickly.