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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]

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Isabella had to wonder what exactly that was all about. Some sort of...religious blessing, maybe? Or just an odd custom? She hadn't a clue, but she was glad she wasn't required to speak further. She followed quietly after the servant girl, the others in the group following quietly after. Edith seemed to be taking in everything in the hallway with great interested. Kelsey repeatedly had to stop her from running off on her own and piling a servant or guard with a heaping of questions.

Eventually they came to a staircase and were led up it, where a large hall seemed to serve as accommodations for anyone else in their predicament. A sleeping family of peasants were in the corner. Kelsey and Edith immediately went to make themselves as comfortable as possible as they could in the area, for the post part trying to remain as quiet and respectful as possible of the sleeping ones which left Isabella alone to deal with the question of dinner and meeting the lord of this castle.

[color=ed145b]"..."[/color] For a few seconds, Isabella simply stared silently at the girl. Internally, she was panicking. Oh goodness, she didn't have a decent dress. All of her good ones had to be left at home. She didn't know who this lord even was, and she'd definitely make a fool of herself. Besides, she might do something wrong and do something to shame her family. Not that they really even cared about her, save for maybe her younger brother but...she cared about them still, at least. Also, she would most 100% definitely get lost unless she had a guide of some sort. She still managed to get lost in the gardens sometimes.

As various other thoughts about what could possibly go wrong crossed her head, outwardly it'd likely seem to just create a cold silence as she observed the servant coolly. Oh goodness, she should reply shouldn't she? But she had no idea...she gave a brief glance to Gracie, unconsciously shifting her weight.

...despite her mental attempts to make words, they all fell short. Instead, the princess walked quietly past the servant towards the more suitable rooms. From an outside perspective, it would likely look like the princess had just completely ignored the servant and coldly brushed them off.