My Favorite Prince's

7. Isabella Antonius More

"What's? Prince Alexander brought a foreign woman to the palace?"  The woman who had yellowish brown hair looked at the servants of his residence who were talking.

The woman who was the eldest daughter of the noble family of Marquess Nore was visibly riled up, not accepting if the man who had repeatedly rejected her proposal coldly, suddenly it was easy to bring along a girl who was not even identified.

His pride seemed to be torn to shreds, did not hesitate to throw a vase of flowers in any direction, to make the servants frightened.

"Dad!" then the pecker turned around.

The twenty-one-year-old girl walked towards her father's study, continuously shouting in a loud voice.

No one dared to stand in his way, not even the butler who had served in his residence.

Brak!

"Dad! Daddy!" he shouted after opening the Marquess Nore's study without tapping on it first.

The act of the girl who had the name Isabella Antonius Nore was sad to make the Marquess sigh. Releasing the glasses worn by Marquess Nore slowly, the middle-aged man looked at the princess who was sulking before him.

"What's wrong? Why do you have to scream like that?" he said softly.

"Dad, has Prince Alexander returned the marriage request?" tanyakanya.

"Your Majesty has just returned and you have already asked. Never mind Isabel, you better give up. I'll find you a better match, like young Duke Vincent" said Marquess Nore, who was tired of her daughter's attitude.

Since the age of nineteen years, Isabella who met Alexander for the first time immediately obsessed with the man. The girl even rejected the proposal of any noble man and chose to risk her pride in order to propose to the prince first.

Marquess Nore does not want Isabella to continue dropping her pride, she also wants the princess to realize that everything she wants will not necessarily be realized as she wants.

Brak!

Again the hadith came out of his father's office with great disappointment. The girl also walked towards her room while biting her thumb nails due to thinking too much about something.

"I must not remain silent, I will not allow any woman to approach my Alexander!"

***

Rossy stared in awe at the scenery around him as he slowly began to step into the interior of the palace.

Everything looked so magnificent and so beautiful, exactly as told in the novel he read.

"This is Miss Maharani's room, you can rest here" James said as he escorted Rossy with a lady-in-waiting following behind him.

"Rossy, just call me by my first name. Because it happens that my country rarely uses a surname, so you can call me Rossy" Rossy said with a friendly smile and extended his hand.

The old man returned Rossy's smile and also returned the girl's hand.

"Well Miss Rossy, you can call me James. Then Adele will serve you while you are here" he said before saying goodbye to the girl.

Rossy who was very tired just went straight into his room. The magnificent room with a luxurious interior in a classic style makes itself unceasingly praised. The girl dropped her body on the bed.

Rossy stared blankly at the ceiling of his room while sighing

"Next what should I do? I want to go home quickly, my work is still very much there," he murmured until he finally fell asleep.