Isaiah looked down sadly at the torn cloth as he felt Irenia's hand on his shoulder. He was selfish he knew it. He had loved two women he would never have especially now, his princess would hate him, there was no denying that,but she had saw and she was angry. He didn't think she would but she could tell Steffan and even more so their could've been servants watching that he hadn't heard before. He turned to face her and held her again. "This isn't your fault milady." His eyes were sad and he held her tighter to him. "If this ever gets back to the King and you are confronted...I need you to say that I forced myself on you, that the guard saw and was trying to stop me, so I killed him. That is the story you tell understand?" Despite it all he couldn't help himself he kissed her forehead gently. "I won't see you hurt for this...I love you too much."