Under Attack

Izabella took a deep breath as they approached the Grisean passage. That hand squeezed her palm. She could feel it.

"Brawn, inform my father that Izabella is here," Dax told his father's aide.

"Try to relax," Prince Dreksil told his bride as he hushed her.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," she said. "You already know what he said when he first met me."

"I guess we should find out what he wants from you," He teased her.

"Why not come along with me?" Izabella beseeched her spouse in a question with her eyes.

"He asked for you," the prince responded with a smile. "Baby, he won't eat you. The elderly man is also in your expert hands."

Looking at how stunning his wife was in a solid sky-blue floor-length v-neck maxi chiffon dress with long sleeves, Prince Dreksil followed his wife with his eyes.

She couldn't help but giggle as she walked into the hallway.

Huh! Why am I so worried when I haven't hurt him? She mumbled to herself as she exhaled again and walked inside the space where she remember