The Girl of the Flame

Chapter 5

  Isabelle looked outside the carriage door window. From afar she could see the castle. It was all like all like a dream. She was going to a royal ball and she was going to meet her real parents. And at the same time she hoped to see Demetri again. He had a bright smile, dreamy, pale blue eyes, and golden blonde hair.

  "Whatcha smirking and blushing about over there?", asked Han. Isabelle snapped back to reality, "Oh um, nothing." Han rolled his eyes and decided to ignore her obvious lie. The carriage at last pulled up in front of the castle. It seemed to glow in the moonlight.

  Han lifted Isabelle out of the carriage. Isabelle took his arm as he escorted her to the ball room. As soon as her and Han entered the ballroom, it fell silent. Before her, stood King John and Queen Grace. Queen Grace started to slowly cry. "Isabelle. Er, Princess Isabelle. Those are your parents.", said Han as he laid a hand on her shoulder.

   Slowly tears descended, "Mom? Dad?" King John and Queen Grace ran towards their daughter whom they haven't seen in 15 years. King John and Queen Grace hugged Isabelle tightly, in tears. "Look at you now. You're Uncle Han was right, you've bloomed into a beautiful flower.", said Queen Grace with a smile.

  King John nodded in agreement, then walked to his throne. "Today is a special day. In celebration of not only being 16 and beautiful, but also in honor of her return. The Princess Isabelle has returned!" said King John. He signaled the bands to play and for the ball to commence.

  Isabelle was greeted by many and complimented on her beauty and style. Hundreds of men and boys would dance with her. She stayed near her mother. Dressed in form a formal suit, Demetri approaches. "Well hello Sir Demetri.", said Queen Grace. In the background girls fawned over who would dance with Demetri.

   He held out his hand to Isabelle with a bow. "Lady Isabelle, would you do the honor of letting me have this dance?" Isabelle placed her hand on his and blushed. "Please Demetri, just call me Isabelle. There's no need to be so formal." Demetri laughed and guided Isabelle to the dance floor.