“Let’s ask the woman in our midst.” His Most Divine Emperor Maximilian the third said.
The gathered nobles of the realm, fitted in their shiniest armors adorned with silver and gold, turned their gazes towards her.
Eveline, envoy of the empress-mother, looked at the princess Isobel, who was laying at the feet of the emperor. Even in defeat the rebel princess was a comely figure, with her long golden hair, blue eyes and armor that hugged her slender young figure.
Eveline waited for a few seconds, then gave the much rehearsed answer. “Kill her or marry her. She will be trouble either way.”
The nobles laughed loudly as the emperor dismissed both idea’s..
Isobel and Eveline smiled at each other. The empress-mother had exactly predicted this reaction. They would be great friends, Eveline was sure of it.