I'm not unreasonable, I'm willing to listen

Isabelle felt restless. Fidgety. Angry.

Her stomach was tied into knots.

And it felt like her entire body was ablaze with fury and indignation.

She sat down on the bed and buried her hands in her fists.

It wasn't fair.

People kept deciding her future for her and never once consulted her opinion on any of it!

How could someone accuse her of not knowing hardship?! Did he just forget that her father died?

He didn't have any idea what it was like to have his whole life decided for him! To be told the person she loved wasn't good enough so she needed to pick some other person...!

There was a knock at the door.

"Your highness?" Came the familiar voice of Lyov on the other side of it.

For a split second Isabelle thought about pretending to sleep.

No.

She wasn't a coward.