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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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With that decided, it seemed the dinner would be underway. The Lord clapped, calling for the slaves and servants to bring the food that they had prepared. Once revealed, Isabella realized just how hungry she was. She was still nowhere near used to traveling so much. Before now, she had never really even left the walls of the palace. Having a respectable bed to sleep in for the night, and a warm, hearty meal would be welcome even if the food itself was rather bland compared to what she was used too.

As soon as the plate was placed in front of her, she began eating in a fashion befitting of the noble. She wanted to just eat as much as she could at once, but that'd be rather unbecoming of one of her stature so she took her time, though she didn't get very far until the mention of wine was made. That immediately caught her attention. While she only drank such things during feasts, balls, and other events she wasn't sure how much more she could stand this ale of their's, so having some respectable wine would be welcome.

She would have gratefully accepted the wine with a quiet thanks, had it not ended up on her lap - but her own appearance was a mild concern as to what was happening in front of her. Zavra's attitude went from friendly and childish to bratty and domineering in almost a split second. Isabella's passive face broke into one of surprise only for a moment as she thought of what to do. Her older brother would have already drawn his sword and told Zavra to back off. Her younger brother would have just offered to do the punishment himself only to end up taking her shopping around the city.

Neither of those she could do very well.

Ooh, what should she do? She wanted to do something but...[i]what?[/i]