As soon as the words dropped, the two of them turned in perfect unison to fix their eyes on Gisela, who was propped up on the bed.
She schooled her features into a totally unconcerned look and darted her gaze away, deliberately avoiding eye contact with either of them.
From the argument she'd just overheard, plus the attitude of every single servant in the castle, she'd already gotten a pretty good read of this lady's personality.
Arabella was just like tons of overbearing modern parents—unbelievably controlling, dead set that every single choice she made was for her child's own good. She'd force her kid down whatever path she'd pre-planned, twisting them into a little puppet that danced only to her tune.
She sighed quietly to herself. Plain and simple, the original owner of this body
