"Octavian!"
The poor prince whom she'd suddenly shouted at - instinct, really.
She hadn't seen in him what felt like so long, because he'd been the one stuck preparing the wedding while she was sick - startled visibly, jumping, pressing a hand to his chest, and then slumping against the wall.
"Good god." He huffed, giving a nervous little laugh. "Empress..." He shook his head.
She couldn't help it. She giggled. "Sorry, Prince. I was so excited to see you."
Octavian drew in a breath. "I am also happy to see you." He arched a brow at her. "But you didn't need to shout...quite so loud..."
Isabelle laughed again. "Oh. Sorry. Again. I promise I'm happy to see you and didn't mean to be rude." She stepped forward and leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Better...?"
"Much better." He sighed and smiled, patting her head lightly.
Her offical ID reads: Isabelle "Oh no, my hubris!" von Nevremia