ISABELLE'S POV — 42

"I don't want to leave yet,"

"I'm sorry, love, something important came up at the palace, and we had to leave," Kyler says. I don't know what the letter said, but ever since then, he's been grumpy, and now we have to leave.

"You're not going to tell me at least what's wrong?" I ask, and he kisses my forehead, dropping a glass of wine on the table. He prepared dinner this time. Well, he's been the one most of the time.

"You'd find out, but you know we were going to leave. We can't stay here forever. Besides, the tournament is around the corner,"

"Alright, we have to pack, right?"

"You don't need to. Noami and Lee would be here to do so," he says and sits beside me.

"That's sad. Once we go to the palace, you'll be so busy," I say, staring at my plate. My lips twitch, and he smiles.

"I promise we'll spend the nights together, and also, you need to see the royal doctor. He needs to examine you,"

"Why?" Our eyes meet, and the silence is so loud that he doesn't need to explain why. "Ok