Bab 558: I'm not a terror, I'm really nice

"If you wish to hear me out, I can suggest something in private." He suggested politely. "Or perhaps tomorrow morning would suffice. After breakfast, if you have a moment free?"

She eyed him curiously. "That would be fine." She nodded. "Tomorrow morning it is, then."

Lord Harland inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement. "Thank you, Your Imperial Highness. Shall we meet at nine o'clock in the study?"

Isabelle smiled faintly. "Of course. Nine o'clock sharp."

He bowed briefly and turned to leave. As he walked away, Isabelle noticed another man waiting just around the corner of the hallway. When their eyes met, she realized that it was Phillipe.

When he noticed her looking at him, he froze.

She pointed at him. "Hey! No! Don't you dare start running!" She hissed. "Come here!"

Phillipe flinched visibly before reluctantly approaching. "Y-yes, Y-your M-majesty?"

He looked extremely uncomfortable to be getting that close.