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Isabelle thanked Damien for the wonderful night before entering her room, she was surprised to find that all of the candles were out and a majority of the servants were probably still in the ballroom, she opened her door and turned to her guard. "Would one of you mind finding a lit candle for me?" One bowed and went off to search, Isabelle closed the door a cool breeze was also blowing through her room, she shook her head slightly going into her study the window was open, she was sure she had shut it, she closed it. Before she could turn around there was a hand over her mouth and a knife at her throat.
"If you make a sound, I'll cut your throat." Her attacker uncovered her mouth. "My guard will be back any minute with a candle, you'll lose your head for this." Isabelle snapped at him.
"Please your majesty, you don't scare me. Your just a little girl with a crown upon your head..." He trailed off pulling her up against the wall hearing the door open.
"Your Grace, I found a candle for you." The guard said stepping in closing the door. "Your Grace." Isabelle felt the mans hand go over her mouth again as she started to struggle, she knocked over one of the candle holders with her foot, her attacker pushed her forward and made for the window, the guard came running went to help her up.
"I'm fine. Just get him." Isabelle looked at the man at the window. "Always a pleasure Queen Isabelle." He said before slipping out the window, Isabelle stood up her hands shaky. "Send someone to check on Queen Sinead, I may not have been the only one with a unwanted guest in my room." Her room was filled with guards fairly quickly.

"The King and Queen have been informed your grace." One of the guards said as she sat down on the bed. Isabelle nodded slightly she was still shaking by the time the King and Queen had arrived in her room, Amelia came over to her. "I'm fine." She said. "Just startled." The guard walked the King through what happened. "When I came back into the room, Queen Isabelle wasn't answering, she knocked the candle holder over, her attacker pushed her to the ground, fled to the window and then slipped out." Isabelle sighed rubbing her neck where the knife had been, the attacker had pressed hard enough that it did leave a cut just not a very deep one.