Execution [Book 2 of The English Lion]

XXIII. Isabelle

Saturday, 30th September 1939

I would be lounging in the library, bored as I read a book, playing with Mary. The thought of Alexander would occasionally cross my mind, and I let out a sigh, wondering where in London he would be. I'm not even sure if he is in London right now. Right now, everything is so uncertain, and to face the prospect of losing Alexander... I really don't want to think about it.

Elizabeth walked in and noticed me. She sat next to me, as she played with Benedict.

"What's wrong, Isabelle?" Elizabeth asked me, noting my worrisome face.

"It's nothing," I replied blankly. Elizabeth looked at me.

"Oh... Really?" She asked me, with an eyebrow raised. I sighed.

"It's Alexander, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Don't worry, Isabelle. He knows what he's doing."

"I hope he does."

"You know him as well as anyone in the family. There is always a reason behind his actions. Alexander might not be able to express it now... But he will, in due time."

I set the closed book down, looking away. Elizabeth rubs my shoulder comfortably.

"He'll be fine, Isabelle. Just don't think about him too much," Elizabeth told me, trying to comfort me.

"Alright. I tried not to think about Alex... But, the only thing that is on my mind is Alex," I muttered as I play around with the book, bored.

"Then you should pick up a hobby," Elizabeth told me. I looked at her.

"Alright. I'll give it a try," I told her, seemingly distracted.

"Need some help?"

"Well..."

"I take that as a yes."

I nodded.

"Writing, art or learning a new instrument?" Elizabeth suggested. I smiled.

"Thank you," I told her. Elizabeth smiled.

"No problem, Isabelle. I'm glad that I could help," She told me.

Throughout the rest of the day, I tried my hand at all of Elizabeth's suggestions. It seems like I have excelled at the three of them and it indeed took my mind off of Alexander. I did manage to learn the basics of the flute, try a hand at both writing and painting. I managed to produce several watercolour paintings of whatever was on my mind. It surprised me that the paintings were focused on Alexander. I sighed. Which reminds me, I think where Alexander is. I mean, where else would he be besides Regillus Eques? Everything in regards to the war now relates to Regillus Eques, hence my assumption is that Alexander is hiding in Regillus Eques. I'm quite busy tomorrow, but I'll visit him on Monday.