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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Not useful?! Those who could sing hymns and prayers were some of the most sought-after skills in the Monarchy. Isabella had at one point, received lessons on such things but stage fright had always gotten the better of her. On some days, she liked to sit outside the ramparts near the church and listen to the choirs sing. It was a beautiful thing. She almost wanted to say something, but her general anxiety got the best of her. It'd be bad if she was misunderstood or otherwise made a mess of things with her words.

The singing then stopped, a servant going into the room bringing some towels and closing the door behind her. Shame, she wanted to hear more, but the thought was quickly pushed aside by the guardswoman question.

[color=ed145b]"Uhm..."[/color] Ooh dear, what should she say here? Her guards didn't seem to want her to advertise her being a princess or anything, which was fine. She could understand it on some level. So how should she introduce herself? A flourish and a loud proclamation of who she was? Or would that be too much? A humble introduction? Her older brother always loudly announced his presence whenever there was a political meeting with other countries and her younger brother always took a more measured approach. Of course, with all this thinking came a noticeable pause and mild seeming glare.

[color=ed145b]"...Yes."[/color] She ended up replying simply, leaving no further explanation.