ISABELLE'S POV— 60

My routines are quite the same: soaking myself in rose water, washing my face with milk, coconut fragrance, honey and strawberry extract for my hair shampoo, and almond oil for the final touch.

However, the gowns these days are extravagant, too shiny, and flashy. I sometimes can't complain, I wasn't living like this before, I only get to experience this, thanks to Kyler and Victoria.

Thinking about it, I haven't even met the royal designer before, I wanted what she looked like. She must be so good, but she's doing a little too much.

"Ayn?" I call, and she tilts her neck so I can see her reflection in the mirror as I

FIVE YEARS LATER,

"Aarhh" the woman lying on the bed screamed as she pushed. "I can't do this anymore, I'm tired I don't think I can make it" she said weakly.

Isabelle who stood by the side of the room with a bowl of water in her hand, froze.

"We are almost there Your Grace, you can't give up now not when the baby is almost out." Galatea, the midwife and her assistant s