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Borrowed sorta borrowed from the 1st or 2nd Lioness book. R & R Enjoy! LADY L BLACK
Chapter 8: Breaking Ice
Isabella hadn't gone to see her mother yet. Didn't matter though. Her father and brothers were with her. Alanna really didn't need her anyway. The best thing to do was to stay out of everyone's way and keep to her self. No one ever "Fawned" over her, not like they did to her brother or parents. They seemed to just let her do her thing and she liked it that way.
She'd seen Prince Sirius doing something to the ice a couple days ago. It looked rather abnormal and Isabella was keen on finding out what he'd done. She smiled, "it was gunna require some snooping." She thought. Something she was quite good at. Isabella heard the door to her room click open behind. The new maids shrieks filled her ears like daggers.
"Princess please come inside! Your going to catch a death of cold." The woman shrieked.
"New Maids, Christ didn't the girl know who she was working for." Isabella thought.
"Leave her be Maria." Said Philomena.
"It's best to leave her be." Said the old maid, pushing Maria out with the washing.
"Well Child do you delight in giving new maids heart attaches?" the old woman asked coming and sitting down beside her young mistress.
"Humm I have before." Isabella said laughing.
"Yes I know, I was one of them."
"and you got over it. She will too." Isabella told Philomena.
"Yes I did. Don't stay out to long. Your beds turned down and your snacks are on your night stand."
"Philomena. You normally come get my clothes clean my bathroom and leave. You have cleaned all that and my room. You haven't done all that since I was a child. What gives?" Isabella asked.
"Gods knows child. No one would pay attention to you with all this commotion. Someone's gotta look after you. You sorry sack of bones!" The old maid Joked
"I'll come to help you dress for the Funeral tomorrow. Goodnight Poppet." Philomena told her leavening the room.
"Humm aren't I just." Isabella thought falling asleep on her balcony.
Philomena turned to the Princess. Picking up the hairbrush she started to comb through the black curls. Philomena applied a cream shadow to Isabella's eyelids, black liner and mascara. On her lips she applied simple gloss. Philomena pined back pieces of black hair curls and tied them in place with a violet ribbon. However a few pieces managed to fall out into her face anyways. Philomena picked up the small Diamond Head piece and slide it into the crown of her head. The small crown made her look like the princess she was, half the time Isabella forgot she was even princess. She felt more like a prince playing with boys, going to war.
Maria came back with a funeral gown and a simple necklace. Philomena positioned Isabella in front of the mirror. Then she and Maria made light work of putting on the gown. Isabella had to admit the dress was so pretty. The black bodice went down to just below her hips and meet the skirt, which was layers of black velvet covered in a sliver leaf patter. At the bottom of the bodice there were two rows of diamonds sewn into the Hem. It made it look like she was wearing a belt. The material over the chest had the same pattern as the skirt that went up to little cap sleeves. Layers of black sheer chiffon made the sleeve long see through sleeves.
"Highness don't you look just like a doll." Maria cooed.
"She hates dresses normally. Today I guess is day off from fighting dresses." Philomena told Maria.
"Come highness you have to meet His Grace. Your to walk down with Cole." Philomena told her guiding Isabella out of the room toward the chapel.
"Remember your Lady lessons. Today will be small steps. You'll be fine." She assured Isabella. "If you have to walk up stairs lift the corner of your dress. We don't go any further now. You can do it on your own." She said giving Isabella a little push toward the chapel.
Isabella stood frozen waiting for someone to notice her. Nine-year-old Cole did. He stood shocked she was in a dress. She looked so pretty. Cole bent down and toke Isabella's hand and kissed it.
"Highness."
"Your lordship." Isabella told him dropping into a low curtsy.
She rose and the two of them lined up behind Orion and Cali. Isabella saw the small coffin in front of her but chose not to processes it. The music began. The slow and monotonous sound reached her ears making the gloomy mood even worse. The nobles inside the room were already standing watching the little girls body being carried down the carpeted path. Cole gave his siblings a swift kick to go. The four of them were already pretty far behind. The room whispered about how sad the two children looked.
When it was their turn Cole straightened up and gave Isabella his arm. He was already almost her height and only nine. Isabella was very short anyways; about 5.2"
The room hummed and gossiped as the pair walked down. Visiting nobles couldn't believe that this was the girl form yesterday. Many whispered how beautiful she was and only at 15. Others whispered what was she going to look like by the time she was 18? Others gossiped that she was going to be the perfect catch for a Prince one day. Isabella and Cole took their seats at the front and the funeral began.
The funeral mauled on slow and steady. Isabella peered around hoping to see her parents. She found her mom almost a sleep in her chair. She did not look too good. Isabella came to the conclusion that Alanna could faint at any moment. Twenty Minutes into the Hour and a half funeral Alanna left with her Father. Isabella watched them go. She wanted to go with them so bad, but she had to stay. King Jonathan winked at his daughter, she looked so grown up today. Two pages opened the closed doors for him. Alanna had fainted into his arms on the walk to the back. He couldn't have just left her there. She would have killed him, so he picked her put losing any arm movements. Jonathan carried Alanna out of the chapel with Duke Blaird falling him toward the infirmary.
When the choir started to sing Ami's favorite song Isabella had to fight back tears. She used to sing that song to Ami before she would to go to sleep. Now she never would, ever again sing it to the delightful little girl. Isabella's thoughts were broken into by Cali's cries. The little girl was yelling at the choir that they were singing the song wrong. Isabella got up and tired to make the little girl sit back down.
"Come sit down. Cali." Isabella told her.
"You can't make me! YOUR NOT MY MOTHER!" the little girl yelled at Isabella.
Her words cut like a knife. Standing in front of the court Isabella fought the biggest urge to cry. Cali ran down the carpeted pathway to the open doors. Isabella let one single tear fall from her eye then started to walk smoothly down the Pathway herself. Tear after tear falling onto her cheeks. When she reached the doors and got into the hall she took off running out side toward the lake. Something was pulling her there. Isabella couldn't explain it but something was leading he so she was going to fallow it. Isabella reached the middle of the lake and stood there starring at the guests who had just come out of the chapel. The funeral was without a doubt considered over. There had only been 5 minutes left. Isabella saw her Grandmother Grandfather siblings Maddox and her father.
"He came back." Isabella thought "He must want have seen if the funeral was over." Maddox called to her.
"Issa what are you doing?" He yelled. Isabella didn't answer she just stood there starring. She had a feeling that something was gunna happen
"Stay there I'll come get you." Maddox told her. The minute Maddox came toward her. Isabella felt the ice shake.
"Maddox stay." She yelled but he didn't hear her and the ice shook again. Isabella looked down and saw the ice was glowing orange.
"Orange ice. That's a new one." Isabella thought.
Then she watched the orange ice crack underneath her. The crack got bigger and multiplied quickly then fell apart. Completely submerging her into the black watery depths below. Isabella screamed hoping to the Great Mother someone heard her. While in the water her stupid new gown made it almost impossible to swim back to the top. She took of the beautiful over dress so that she was just in her shift dress and under breeches.
Then she pushed herself to swim as hard as she could up. Isabella got back to the hole just in time to get a couple gulps of fresh air. Isabella screamed again, just as the same force form before pulled her back under the thick sheet of ice again. This time she began to float away from the hole that she fell into. Not matter how hard she tired she couldn't get back to it. The weight of her tired and heavy limbs pulled her farther and farther way from the hole. She was beginning to lose air and hope that someone would save her soon.
"This must how damsels in distress feel. I feel so helpless" Isabella thought, "So this was the way she was going to die then. So be it." Isabella thought again as she blacked out.
