Isabella Fard's Story

Caspian grabbed Liam by the arm and pulled him to one side. "You son are going to be married. She is Called Isabella Fard and she is a young princess. Alexander is also getting married. Your Caspian is already married so he doesn't need to be here, anyway he's busy with the army." Caspian told the boy making it clear there was no other option. "Now come." Caspian patted Liam on the back after talking before he left him. He walked into the dinner hall and was told to sit in between where his two sons were to sit. When he got to his chair he made a point of taking his sheathed sword of and placing it on the back of the velvet covered chair before sitting down.

Isabella Fard walked into the room rather late, expecting to be earlier. She looked around at the mob of princes and princess. She sighed took a seat expecting a tall, handsome prince to come up to her and dance kiss or maybe claim he's her husband. She sighed waiting no one came up to her, anyway her husbands name was supposed to be some kind of Liiam or something like that, it was foreign name that rolled off her tongue. She walked around her dress rubbing it's self on the hardwood ballroom. "Liiam?" She called her hair covering her face as she walked around calling. She might have looked a bit wacko but you know what they say don't judge a book by it's cover.

Liiam smiled at the girl. She seemed kind of excited that she was getting married. This made him happy to be marrying her. Maybe they would become good friends. Maybe they would have a great time wherever they ended up. He couldn't help but putting on a sweeter smile. This girl. Her attitude it just made him want to smile. He could smell the fragrance from her hair. It made him smile more. The thought never crossed him that this could be his soul mate and this was the universes way of telling him. He just wanted to sit there and smile at her the whole time.