Isobel breathed a sigh, as she relaxed in the chair, the magic dully pulsing in her veins. Her mind had wondered away from the room, to the boring day she had and the week she would soon have to endure. Her fingers traced the pendant's front, the smooth surface was dully warm as she continued to sit there. She could feel the power pulsing from it and into her limbs. Tracing the power from the pendant it ran up her arm and into her chest and from there it spread throughout her body giving her strength of body and soundness in her mind. A calm feeling. 

She jumped as the door opened, staring at the servant who spoke. She clutched the pendant in her right hand, as her heart pounded. "Who…what…" She could not find the words. The calmness that had been in her mind prior was shattered as all she could think about was whether he had seen anything or not. Was he the noise she heard earlier? Her hand clutched into a fist around the pendant as she stood up from the chair. Staring at him, "What are you doing up here?" she tried to keep her voice calm and even as she watched him. Putting her hands behind her back, she shifted the weight between her feet. "No one should be up here." 

Trying to keep herself clam, she took in the appearance of the servant. He obviously was not one of her guards or one of her personal servants. He looked to be one of the people who worked out in the gardens. His bare feet, his clothing, she could only watch him for a moment longer before letting out an inaudible breath. Maybe he did not see anything? But if he had and she does not address it now then he might tell someone of her magic and she would have it taken away. Or worse, her father may not forgive her for this infringement and use her to show that no one is safe from the law about magic. 

A knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach as she tried to keep eye contact with the servant. If he had not seen anything, then saying anything was the last thing that she wanted. It would do her no good to tell him something that he could use against her. Her fingers clung to the magic pendant behind her back, using the magic briefly to help clear her mind of the panic, sooth her anxiety ridden chest, and keep herself from melting into hysteria over this person finding her. 

"I had this evening off from duties. I found this place and decided to relax and watch the sun—" She gestured to the large windows and the setting sun. "—It is a grand view from up here. So who is it that sent you?" She paused in her words, awaiting his answer. "No matter." Isobel had an idea pop into her mind as she stood there, slipping the pendant into a small pocket in her dress on the back without making much of a move. Smoothing out her dress, she turned away from the servant. 

There was something she could do about this situation. She could make him a servant under her instead, she would have to speak to the head of where he worked now to find him a suitable job. But then she could be sure that he did not see anything. Turning back to look at him, he could make a decent guard, she thought, looking at his muscles. That would be useful. She nodded to herself. "Well. Speak."