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

~ Quatro ~

"Your Highness, the Queen has requested your presence in the drawing room," a maid said as she walked into the library.

From the corner of the main room Isabela lifted her head from her book, the one she had busied herself for the past 6 hours.

"I will be there in a few minutes," she said, the maid looked at her with a strange twinge in her eyes. The girl looked so nonchalant and returned back to her book almost immediately.

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"I believe I requested you to meet me in the drawing room," Queen Charlotte entered the room loudly, her maids scrambling in to keep up with the woman. Isabela's head snapped up and away from her book, closing the book and standing up almost immediately to greet her aunt.

"Auntie," she bowed, the Queen stared at her, "I am terribly sorry, it seems like this book has captured my attention for far too long, I apologize for not meeting you," her calm tone made the Queen smile at her niece. The girl was ever so graceful with everything, and her aunt admired that greatly.

"It is alright, my dear" she looked around, "it had been truly forever since I was in this library," Isabela smiled lightly, she put her book back on the side table.

"Why did you request me, Auntie?"

"Oh! You are right, a Bridgerton boy delivered this for you," the Queen said as she made one of her maids give the young girl a letter. Isabela frowned, "it was the second born, I believe, there is far too many of them for me to remember their names," the Princess laughed while opening the letter. Its contents were a single piece of folded paper, as she unfolded it she came to see a beautiful drawing of two swings hanging from a tree.

'A small thank you for allowing me to learn a bit more of you, also my mother asked Eloise to ask you if you wished to come to the Picnic with our family today? I do not believe she has asked you yet, so I thought I should go ahead and ask you myself.

yours truly, Benedict Bridgerton'

Isabela smiled at the gesture, "your Highness," both royals in the room turned to look at the young man who spoke, "my apologies, Princess Isabela," the girl smiled at the young footman, "a caller for you, in the drawing room" he said, Isabela frowned and looked at her Aunt who shrugged.

"Thank you," she said, putting the drawing back in the envelope before heading out the door and towards the drawing room, her aunt following her every move with an amused smile, having seen the drawing and small note from the Bridgerton boy.

Walking into the room she did not see anyone sitting on the couches or chairs, confused she turned around only to see the back of Eloise, who was staring up at a portrait of the Queen and Isabela.

With a small smile she walked up next to Eloise, looking up at the portrait, "I was 9 when they painted this," Eloise looked up at her, "poor painter, I could not sit still for the life of me," the girl let out a chuckle finally looking down at Eloise, who was staring at her with a smile.

"What brings you here, caller?" she asked the visitor, her tone teasing the girl, as she announced herself as a caller and not as her own name. Elosie rolled her eyes and nudged the girl.

"You ran out rather quickly last night, Princess, I thought I should come and check in on you," her blue eyes staring up at the girl in front of her. The usual million thouhts that run through her mind seemed to slow down.

"Oh yes," Isabela felt her palms burn at the thought of the night before, "my head started to ache badly," a lie, Isabela wished to not lie to Eloise, but how exactly could she say that she had a weird moment because of a single comment? She wasn't.