Chapter 223: An embroidered handkerchief
"You let Alora take Melody in her service. Isn’t that amusing? Care to share some light on this," Magnus said, his gaze fixed on Izaak who lounged nonchalantly on the sofa. One foot was grounded on the floor while the other was propped up on the sofa.
"I’m surprised at your sudden display of concern," Izaak retorted, tilting his head to meet Magnus’s gaze.
A chuckle escaped Magnus as he caught a glimpse of Izaak’s thoughts. "Isn’t it a well-known fact that our sister has a knack for stirring up trouble?" he asked, settling comfortably into an armchair. His leg was crossed over the other, and his arm was casually draped over the armrest.
"Melody... she’s scared of me. It’s clear in her eyes - the fear, the doubt," Izaak confessed. "And since Lillian unknowingly revealed the fact that I’m a widower to four wives, created more questions in Melody’s head. I can sense her desire to distance herself from me. It seems my dreams of happiness were too lofty," he admitted with a note of melancholy in his voice.
"Because Melody doesn’t know you yet. "Melody is still a stranger to you, Izaak. A prince and a commoner - it’s an unusual pairing. What are your thoughts? She won’t be able to fully understand you unless you open up to her," Magnus asserted.
Izaak remained silent, his silence speaking volumes about his resignation to the situation.
Sensing his brother’s need for solitude, Magnus quietly slipped out of the room, careful not to disturb him. By the time he reached his own chamber, he was greeted with Ralph’s sight.
"Greetings, Your Highness," Ralph bowed and lifted his head. "I hope I didn’t make Prince Magnus wait," he asserted. He complied with the prince’s gesture, who asked him to take a seat.
"Tomorrow night, we will be heading to the South," Magnus informed me.