Prince Alexander was busy with the guests and the rulers of other kingdoms, as per the order of His Grace.

Not finding any trace of Alexander nearby, Isabella felt relieved. But she didn't like being surrounded by the companions and the maids appointed by the Prince for her. She felt as if she was caged and those women around her in the name of accompanying her were infringing her privacy.

Releasing a heavy sigh at her fate, she looked at the other side of the hall. She found Edward coming towards her. The incidents that occured before in her room and the warnings of the Prince were replaying in her mind. But the Prince was nowhere near her sight, so it won't matter even if she would have a small talk with Edward.

"You look extremely elegant Isa." Edward complimented her with a smile.

"You look ravishing, my Isa. You look so mine. I just can't wait, I wouldn't have gone to this gathering if possible. This red dress on you needs proper treatment and that can only be through my hands. Prepare yourself for tonight, Isa. Your Alex won't let you sleep a wink tonight."

Edwards's words only brought back memories of the Prince and Isabella's conversation. And no matter how much she disliked everything in the kingdom along with the Prince, she couldn't ignore the desire and passion of the Prince for her. Her heart was also ignited in the fire of that same passion, no matter how much she denied them or pretended to stay ignorant of them.

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Isabella retired to her chamber as the royal gathering came to an end.
In a hurry, she got rid of all the heavy jewels she wore. Just as she was about to untie the strings of her heavy royal gown, she heard the sound of the door opening. She presumably knew who it could be and her doubts were cleared when she found the maids bowing their heads almost to the level where they could see nothing but their feet.

The rich smell of hazelwood reached her nostrils and she inhaled the smell as if it was a drug. These are her gestures which she unknowingly does everytime, and as a result it leads to her doubting her own self.

"Isa, what are you doing?" Prince whispered near her ears as he stood dangerously close behind her, with his hands on her long, slender ones.

"As you can see, I'm trying to get rid of this heavy dress." She replied rudely.

"Don't show your feistiness tonight, Isa. You are already in deep trouble. Now let's talk about your behaviour from this evening. Defying me is your hobby, isn't it? You know you will get roughly punished for that but you still do the same thing again and again. Or you like to get punished and being treated like that?" The Prince almost growled in a deep voice with manliness dripping from it. Isa shuddered as the Prince made a tight grip on her throat choking her.

"I warned you to stay away from him, didn't I? What did you think that I won't get to know about it? I have my eyes everywhere Isa, especially there, where you are present. Now do you know what I want to do with you?" He groped her right breast in his rough palm and squeezed it mercilessly.

It grew impossible for Isabella to ignore the tingling sensations of pleasure with each passing second and the least thing she wanted was to let out such sinful sounds before her maids.

"Y-you are o-ob-obsessed. L-leave me." She managed to form a few words in spite of her body reacting otherwise to her words.

"Don't make me annoyed Isa. You have told these many times, yes I'm obsessed. Obsessed with you. And this obsession of mine wants to take you right here right now. Stay quiet if you don't want that." His grip on her throat went tighter than before and he screamed scaring Isabella to her deepest core, "EVERYONE, LEAVE THE CHAMBER RIGHT NOW!"

"I told you before Isa that this dress of yours needs proper treatment and care in my hands. Were you so eager to make me do that? Now tell me, which part of your dress did he touch and how much?" The Prince untied the strings of her gown and removed the gown from her shoulders.

Pulling her by her waist, he made her face him and said looking directly at her eyes, "Remember Isa, only I get to touch your dresses and rip them off your  attractive body. No one else can and should."

As soon as he finished talking, he grabbed Isabella by the back of her neck, and started kissing her roughly. In the midst of their sensual moment, he released her hairs from the bun and threw the hair pin at one corner of the room.

Not breaking the kiss, the Prince picked her up in his arms and made his way towards her bed.

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