|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
"We've entered the Capital's ground, your grace," I heard Matias announce from outside the carriage.
I shut my eyes tight, and inhaled a deep breath. I already know that information, we had arrived. Hearing the noise of the crowd outside, talking about the rumors involving Isabel, was enough proof that we had set foot within the city.
I had forseen that the rumors would start to escalate before we could even arrived at Madrid. Even the king and the queen hid that fact, sooner or later, the public would realize Isabel's condition. That's why, I must say that, Isabel's miscarriage, being known by everyone as soon as possible, was better than announcing it after few days.
"They people are already talking about it," Mirrielle's voice broke into my deep thoughts.
