“You might wait here before I inform him about your arrival.” Steward pointed at Isabella to take seat in the large living lounge, while nodding at her and leaving to inform his master.
Isabella sat down on the double seater sofa of the royal set arranged around the large coffee table.
Nothing had been changed around much, things had been just the same as she last remembered coming here to meet her best friend George… or her Georgie, Harold’s grandfather and the former king who retired off his job, passing it down to the now King Robert Edwards.
“He is deep in slumber and I recommend you to not to disturb him.” Isabella heard a sharp female voice spoke around the main foyer.
She smoothened the wrinkles off her lacy full sleeved, mid-thigh length dress and got up. She decided it was
