Third Person POV
Queen Isabelle watched the girl crying as she left, from her position by the window in her bed-chamber, her dress flowing to her ankles, swishing as she turned, her face frowning. “So much for that idea,” she said drily “That poor girl didn’t even last five minutes in his presence. Maybe a man would be better?” she suggested doubtfully, a frown on her face.
She suspected a male servant wouldn't have much luck either, but it was something to consider.
King Julian shook his head and motioned for her to follow him, trekking downstairs, away from their wayward son. Around them, servants smiled and waved, but those smiles always disappeared when Lucian was around, Queen Isabelle thought, not for the first time, giving a heavy sigh.
“I think it’s time we start spreading t
