Third Person POV
Queen Isabelle watched as Rosalie was led out to the dance floor, a regretful look on her face. She was willing to bet that her son had had an argument with the poor girl who looked devastated, as hard as she was trying to hide it. Her husband came up beside her and spoke, his tone rich and smooth, his eyes narrowed as he tried to look for Lucian who was conveniently missing.
"I thought that Lucian was bringing Rosalie to the ball" he muttered, sounding annoyed "don't tell me that he's messed up his relationship with her already?" he growled.
Queen Isabelle sighed and turned to her husband, a frown on her face. "He's not here and I could see the dried tears on her face. I wish Lucian would realize how much Rosalie cared for him. It's plain for everybody to see but him
