To His Hell and Back
Chapter 226: Eloping Couple-II

Chapter 226: Eloping Couple-II

That night inside Cassius’s study room a knock resounded but a face that he didn’t want to see arrived in front of him instead. The face belonged to Princess Isabelle, the princess whose brother had met him in the harbor, and the same one who had exchanged the princess for his kingdom.

Princess Isabelle was described by her brother as an understanding, kind, and a rather gentle soul by her brother. But right now the person standing before Cassius was far from being anywhere near gentle.

She had a smile on her face, one that was practiced to soothe anyone’s heart. Perhaps she had grown since a baby with such gentle expression that people could no long discern the underlying evil from her eyes.

It’s clear to see from his eyes that Isabelle rarely sees someone as a person, seeing them as something lesser but not out of arrogance, rather simply out of disinterest.

This was the type of person Isabelle was. A cold hearted woman who pick those who she cares and those she doesn’t.

She turned to Erthand, her servant, "You can leave us."

Erthand carefully looked at Cassius and bowed, "However His Majesty have warned us to keep a close-"

"I am with a man," Isabelle cut off his words, "My father wouldn’t have anything against me being in the same room with a man, especially with the Crown Prince of Versailles would he?"

Erthand wanted to try again, to stop the princess as he had a bad premonition regarding her appearance in Cassius’s study room. However before he could do anything, the princess went inside and closed the door behind her.

Cassius rolled his eyes, "Leave," his word was just a single one but it was enough to express his disdain.

Isabelle stared at him with one eyebrows raised. Then she shrugged and walked past him toward the chair, "As the crown prince of Versailles the safety of everyone in this land including the princesses who arrives in this land is on your hands, am I right?"

Cassius silently stared at her, thinking where he should cut so the woman could leave or disappear from life for good.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Isabelle snapped his finger, "You see," she sang, "There is a woman here who aren’t supposed to be here." Then picking one of the documents scattered in his desk, she picked the one that described a witch, a green looking woman with a beautiful face but a rather black hearted soul as all witches wished for chaos and deaths.

She pointed toward the book and showed it to him, "This is what I think she is."

Cassius raised his eyebrows as he had just reached that part of the book as it’s about the witches he had just looked into.

"How do you know that is what they are?" Cassius inquired and she smirked.

"Because she’s dead," Isabelle answered as she tapped her hand on the couch, "Dead yet back alive. It’s not the woman I’m sure of it."

"Which woman, one of the princess?" Cassius questioned the odd princess who seemed to be more aware of things that she shouldn’t have known.

"Wendy," answered Isabelle, "A funny name isn’t it. I knew her sister well but she had gone to heaven after drinking poison when failing to elope two years ago. Her sister used to be close with me but only through letters and I knew the situation of her family, especially how she is the only princess left as the older one had married while the younger sisters of hers, both of them, died at a carriage incident when they were just ten years old."

"That younger sister is the Wendy that had came to Versailles," noted Cassius and she nodded before plopping to the couch and lazily flipped all part of the books she was reading.

"I asked around about her," noted Isabelle, "I found out that she was brought back from a village as she claims to be taken care by a kind couple after the incident. I find this odd as her body was found and had been buried, her sister wouldn’t have not known if there was a possibility of her surviving the accident. Yet here she is, back. So I pondered if this was the King’s scheme to send someone- perhaps even his own daughter who was born out of wedlock- and pretended it as Wendy to attract the position of marrying you, Your Highness."

"But you find out a conclusive evidence that she isn’t Wendy," Cassius see through her drawling and she smiled.

"She was born with blue eyes but that woman has green. Two days ago I sent one of my male servants after her but he came back... cold as a corpse," Isabelle said with lack of interest as though the dying servant was nothing but her pawn. "That Wendy isn’t as she shows herself to be."

"Alright, let us say that she is indeed someone dangerous," Cassius leaned on the door behind him and narrowed his sharp red eyes at her, his gaze burning with a certain anger, "Why are you sure she’s that creature you’re pointing at?"

Isabelle stared at him, her eyes still for a long time until she broke into a condescending smile, her crescent eyes that had crinkled filled with obvious snide, "What? Like it’s not obvious enough?"

She chuckled seeing his narrowed eyes and turned away, "You see we are familiar with witches, not a lot but just enough. Like folklore, that’s what witches are for us. Though some and most vampires think of folklores as nothing but a crazy man’s words and ignored it, causing it to be forgotten entirely. But my brother and I once saw a witch. Witches, they don’t have green colored skin. But it is true that they are beautiful. So beautiful that your heart would stop from stun upon admiring her beauty."

Then leaning back she smiled, "But there was one part of them that are green," then tapping under her eyes she turned to him, "Their eyes. They’re green. Not the normal pale green one but one that shine like emerald. One that has an intense yellowish glow embedded under their green eyes, one that seemed so intense that it’s about to rip your soul out."

Bright striking green eyes with yellowish glow embedded inside her eyes.

That’s very familiar. So Familiar.

After all isn’t that the color of Arabella’s eyes?

Striking, beautiful, so bold that it feels as if it was about to rip one’s soul out of their body.

It’s hard to imagine that this simple feature could differentiate someone to be a witch but Isabelle was different.

She was so sure about Arabella being a witch by her green eyes because unlike the others, she had really seen their eyes before, she had seen it herself how a witch’s eyes would look like.

Cassius went quiet as Isabelle smiled, "Dearest me. The Crown Prince has taken a witch as a pet."

Cassius’s red eyes narrowed and in matter of second he marched toward her.

Isabelle remained calm even as Cassius’s hands shoot to her neck, tightening around her neck until her bone was on verge of snapping.

But Isabelle was calm, "You can kill me," she noted, her words hoarse but she didn’t once lose her composure. Instead like someone who was genuinely excited by the thought of dying, her smile had turned to a wide grin that stretched from one side of her lips to the other. "But now everyone would know what kind of creature your precious birdie pet is."

Cassius narrowed his eyes, "Then I could simply kill you and all your men."

"True but then you won’t be able to save her from Wendy," she shrugged, "I saw what she did to my men. Cut to pieces like a chopped piece of beef for a stew. Yes maybe you’re confident that even then you could kill Wendy but I wonder," she hummed to her, "I really wonder if you will be satisfied one every single lead to answering the questions of who your enemy and what they really want to be gone for good."

Then Isabelle added as if she recalled something, "Now that I think about it, seems like that birdie of yours doesn’t even knew anything about herself. Maybe... the reason why you’re searching about all of this isn’t because you wanted to know the people behind those potions shared all around Versailles but for her?"

The continous drawl that Isabelle began to say fit to the puzzle and it annoyed Cassius to the point he had unconsciously squeezed her neck even tighter.

"Let me go," she rasped, voice sandpapered but sure, "or kill me, Your Highness. But either way, you won’t unhear what I’ve told you. You can feel it now, can’t you? The doubt... clawing at the back of your mind."

Cassius’s eyes burned crimson, the veins around them tightening with his rage. For a moment, it seemed he might snap her neck after all. But then—

With a snarl, he flung her away. Isabelle crashed against the armrest of the couch with a gasp, her delicate frame curling as pain rippled through her spine but she still laughed.

"That’s more like it," she chuckled, rubbing her throat as she sat upright again. "The famous temper of the Mad Prince. Though I daresay it’s a little more charming when directed at the other women in your life."

Cassius wiped his hand against his coat, as though ridding himself of the filth she left behind. His voice, when he spoke, was dangerously low.

"Seems that your life now hangs under a thin thread, Isabelle."

And Isabelle smiled, "We’ll see then."

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