I will avenge you

While Isabella was sulking and making her maidservant as miserable as her, a young man of short build came bursting in his breathing heavy and rapid.

Isabella furrowed her brows fully expressing her displeasure as she glared at the young man who was hunching over while panting like he was about to lose his life.

Isabella's lips twitched before saying, "Whatever you have to say must be worth you bursting in here because if it isn't you know the consequences thereof," in a menacing tone.

The young man trembled as he knelt before her. He was fairly aware of the consequences of crossing this young miss but he was certain his report would get him a reward.

"Miss miss miss Martin its its," he stammered before she yelled at him,

"Speak up!"

Fearing that she would be angered to the point of punishing his father who worked in the kitchen he found his voice and said,

"It's crown prince Roan. He just entered the city gates."

He was right. Any information to do with crown prince Roan would earn him a very handsome reward especially if the news was good.

Isabella threw away the flower she had been admiring as she stood up with a jolt. "Mia, get up. We need to see mother at once,' she said excitedly with the hostile air around her having completely vanished.

Mia who had been kneeling on the pebbles on the ground heaved a sigh of relief. She was truly thankful to this person for coming to save her just in time.

Isabella took out an orange pouch with floral patterns and tossed it at the young man while saying, "Good job. Keep it up and I might give you your slave deed. Continue finding out who is going to be my competition. I want to know everything about them."

The young man caught the pouch and nodded his head frantically. Who wanted to be born a slave? No one including himself. He hoped for freedom. Freedom to go where he pleased and pick any job that is to his liking.

"Yes miss," he said as he bowed his head low. As she passed by him the scent of orchids and roses swept his senses but instead of a pleasant and comforting feeling it made him feel even more hatred for the rich. That fragrance was a true reflection of the gap between the poor and the rich nobles in Odasal.

Isabella was completely unaware of his thoughts as she picked up her skirt and rushed to her mother's reading room. With no regard for common courtesy, she burst in and called out excitedly. "Mother, his highness is back," she said her voice trembling with excitement which in this society would be considered unladylike.

"Isa, how many times have I told you to restrain your feelings? A crown princess is...," said the pale-faced woman with a smile like that of an angel but in her eyes was the lack of innocence.

"... poised and calm," replied Isabella restraining herself. And like an actress getting into character, she changed her face drastically to that of a young lady with good restraint.

The madam of the manor saw this and showed a look of satisfaction. Her daughter's ability to adapt was unparalleled. This was an absolute skill required for one to survive in the royal family.

She raised her hand and beckoned her daughter over. Isabella lifted the bottom of her skirt slightly and walked over, her steps graceful and light. She sat next to her mother keeping her knees and ankles together and slanting her legs to the side. The aura exuding from her body was that of a true princess revered by the masses.

Mrs Martin patted her daughter's hand and said, "My daughter will make an amazing crown princess and in the future an amazing queen."

Isabella smiled slightly trying to maintain her composure. "I will have your father make arrangements so you can see his highness today," she said and Isabella couldn't help but embrace her mother.

While mother and daughter were already planning on the wedding dress and hairstyle she was going to walk down the aisle with, Freya had reached the Wright mansion her steps fast like she had oil underneath her feet.

She entered through the back gate used by servants intending to head straight into her room and calm her nerves. With big strides, she passed by the chemist's room but didn't even greet her uncle and cousin who clearly saw her pass by.

"Hey Frey Frey...," called out Lionel as he attempted to get up but his father grabbed the hem of his clothes and pulled him down.

"Focus," he said and Lionel sulkily sat back down looking at the pink potion he made. He wanted to help his cousin so he made his first aphrodisiac with great difficulty. He was so excited to show her but who would have thought his father would stop him?

Linox might have stopped his son from disturbing Freya but he also had a look of worry on his face. He just glanced in the direction she left before lowering his head again.

Freya shut the door behind her harshly and locked it before leaning her back against it with her eyes closed. Her fingers were still trembling slightly her heart beating fast.

This man was the reason her parents were executed in public and coming face to face with him affected her more than she initially thought it would. What made it even worse was the coldness emanating from him. It was like being in the presence of a million old glacier in the south pole. Who in their right mind would actually pursue such a person? The chances of success were so low that she was even contemplating finishing the job herself.

She clenched her fist as she walked to the mirror and looked at herself. She wasn't the vulnerable pretty girl with a damsel aura neither was she an extravagant beauty with royal ambience. She was not an elemental or emergent beauty. She was a transcended beauty with the aura of a fallen goddess with the spirit of a warrior which in truth wasn't something a man would be attracted to.

Aunt Cara had tried several times to make her soften up a little but she could never get rid of the air of hostility around her. Her aunt would joke sometimes that she must have been a general in her past life.

Freya turned her wrist and caressed the crystal orb charm on her bracelet. Inside it was her fallback plan. Even if she failed, all she had to do was get close enough to finish the job.

With tears glimmering in her eyes she whispered, "Father... mother I will avenge you. I promise."