The girl looked on expectantly as the noble lady entered the room, seeming a little nervous as the noblewoman entered.  Gracie was already focusing on cleaning the 'suitable rooms' her princess had been given, looking at the queen sized bed, the small desk, and fireplace.  Ultimately, it was comfortable if not extravagant.  But as a result of her observations, she was unable to notice her princess' peril.

Luckily, the lady's other companion was.  Isabella would hear the sword's thoughts echo through her mind once more.  [color=lightblue]"Princess, you need to respond to her.  The lord will not be pleased and will blame her if you do not have a response."[/color]

If Isabella turned around, she'd see the thirteen year old looking nervously at her - when they entered the castle she seemed confident in her position, if not happy.  Now though?  If the princess looked carefully, she was shaking slightly in discomfort as she awaited hopefully for an answer.