The next morning…
There was a knock on Isabella's door.
"Come in," she called.
The door opened, and both Rayla and Tristan stepped inside, with smiles already on their faces. Rayla's was the brighter of the two, almost eager, like she'd been looking forward to this.
Isabella looked up from where she sat on comfy couch in her room, visibly caught off guard at the sight of them.
Rayla looked so much like her mother, Queen Fiona, the King's third wife. She had long golden hair that fell in soft waves past her shoulders, light blue eyes, and a beautiful looking face.
She looked calm and was dressed simple.
Her brother, Tristan, had the same blonde hair and matching eyes. He was taller than Rayla and the older of the two.
"Hey," they both said.
"Hey…" Isabella replied, her gaze moving between them.
Rayla was already moving further into the room. "Where's Rayleigh?"
"Border patrol," Isabella said. "He's been stationed with Commander Luther."
