So I hope that I didn't let you wait to long? I've added a picture of her dress and hair, but you'll have to imagen that the dress is green and she have a bit more curls. If any of you have a suggestion for who Isobel and Tristan should look like, write it in the comments.
I won't write , edited, on the chapters anymore, as they will be edited by Bohemianowl, before I post them
The last few hours have, without a doubt, been the worst in my entire life, I thought to myself as I laid in my bed.
After being formally introduced to prince Zrahal and his evil minion, everybody had moved to the dining hall.
And as it were my lucky day, I had been placed between Nathaniel and Zrahal, with Tristan, lady Helena and lady Miranda across from me. God, I hated Miranda. Before my oldest brother married, she did her best to seduce him. When that didn't work, she went for Nathaniel. Luckily, he couldn't have cared less, as he was head over heels in love with lady Helena, who was my best friend.
Today, however, Miranda had the nerve to go for my fiancé.
Under normal circumstances, I would be happy to sit next to Nathaniel.
Today, however, it seemed that he had made it his mission to remind me how young prince Zrahal was. And if that wasn't enough, Tristan kept dropping hints about our first meeting.
"So, prince Zrahal, is this your first time in our kingdom?" I asked, trying hard not to look at Tristan.
"Yes, it's very different here. I haven't seen a single camel since we got here."
Lady Miranda, having a brain the size of a chicken's, looked utterly confused. "What is a camel?" I looked at Helena, trying not to laugh.
"Oh, you know-tall, four legs, beige with a hump or two. Ring any bells?"
By then everyone else was trying to hide their smiles. Helena had even let out a snort of laughter.
"If you're up to it, I can show you ours tomorrow. We could take a trip to the town. The princess knows the way, I'm sure." Tristan offered, whispering the last part so low that only I could hear. I couldn't resist kicking him.
"I don't think..." I started to say before Nathaniel interrupted me.
"Yes, that sounds like fun. Besides, hasn't it been your dream to ride on a camel since you were, like, three?" he asked me. He knew me too well.
"Even if I wanted to, I don't think our mother would let me go." There was no way I would spend more time than I absolutely had to with that man.
Tristan smirked at me. "I'm sure you have your ways," he said, wiggling his eyebrows and touching his lips, letting me know that I didn't have a choice.
Helena looked confusedly between us before giving up and sending me a look that said 'We are going to talk later.'
For the rest of the banquet, prince Zrahal told us about the South.
Suddenly feeling very tired, I excused myself and decided to walk through the garden, as a bit of fresh air would do me good.
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The bastard and the princessHistorical Fiction
It is a well known fact that the king of the south have many mistresses. But very few know that he have a bastard son. Hidden from the public, Tristan is trained as a spy, mastering several languages, material arts, and a lot of things you have y...