Chapter 9: Fine Bring Her In
PITIFUL PLEADING
Isabella, undeterred, threw herself dramatically onto the ground in front of the gates, clutching her chest like a tragic heroine from a badly written play.
"Ohhh, woe is me!" she wailed. "A helpless, lost maiden, thrown into a cruel, heartless world!"
The guards stared.
"The horrors I have faced!" Isabella continued, rolling onto her side for extra dramatic effect. "The pain! The suffering! I have wandered for days—weeks, even!—searching for justice!"
Golden Mane raised an eyebrow. "You walked up here ten minutes ago."
"Silence!" She gasped as if his words physically pained her. "I beg of you, have mercy on a poor, defenseless girl! If I do not meet the Lion King, my heart will surely wither and—"
A small rock hit her in the side.
Isabella froze.
She turned her head slowly and saw a child—a tiny girl standing nearby with a handful of pebbles. The kid met her eyes, deadpan, and pelted another rock at her.
"Ow! What the—"