Bab 90: Lust and Royalty, Part Four

{Isabella}

Isabella sat perfectly still as the make-up artist applied the finishing touches to her face. The brush tickled her skin, but she resisted the urge to twitch.

It was an advantage to being a sorceress that a lot of people probably didn't think about often, but years of casting spells had made Isabella's ability to control her own body sharp and strong. 

Beside her, a human dancer was pacing back and forth, muttering the steps under her breath. Her face was pale, and Isabella could practically smell the nervous sweat coming off her.

"Oh gods, oh gods," the girl whimpered. "What if I mess up? What if I trip? What if-"

Isabella rolled her eyes.

"Honey, relax. It's just a dance." 

The girl turned to her, eyes wide.

"How can you be so calm? D-Do you know who's out there? Every single name is bound to show up in history books in 15 years! This is the biggest night of my life!" 

Isabella couldn't help but laugh.