"Mikel, darling," Greta placed a hand on his arm.
"Did Isla say anything to you, when you spoke with her? It was shortly after speaking with you that anyone saw her."
He shook his head, at a complete loss.
"She didn't want an arranged marriage, but, my lord, my lady," he turned to address the monarchs,
"Isla wouldn't have run away from her problems. You know as well as I do how seriously she takes being the heir to the throne."
"You're right," Gaius nodded slowly.
"Isla was doing a great job this evening, entertaining her guests, charming them. Whether she wanted to or not, she would have chosen a husband she didn't know."
He blinked once and then his eyes narrowed.
"You said the last time you saw my daughter she was with Harry?"
"Yes, my lord."