Everyone has gathered around the queen as she was seated in the council room. All three of her guardians, Aedric, Tristan and Lena stood right behind her, emitting nothing but extreme vigilance.
Lena, her hand in a fist, ready to conjure fire. Next to her stood Tristan, ready to crack every bone in his body to shift into his bear form all for the protection of his queen. Aedric stood on the right of Lena, his Hydra flying above the castle, one second away from crashing into the room. And Jacob, stood right beside the queen, his hand on his sword, ready for anything.
They all glared at Francesco, sat opposite the queen as he await for her answer.
All Isabelle could see was her father in him, how could she speak to him without emotion overtaking her?
Francesco paid no attention to the on
