Issac sighed, he tilted his head and smirked at you. An arched eyebrow as he looked you up and down, gazing at the outfit you had on, it looked wonderful on you.

After he had become king of Styria, you became his consort of sorts, Hector made a sarcastic remark or two, but he didn’t care too much. After all he had more things to worry about than what Hector thought, he knew Hector was probably just being sarcastic because why the fuck not.

Issac just leaned backwards in his chair, the wind blowing through from the castle decks. He finally spoke, “Well, don’t you look ravishing.” He said, his eyebrows raised even more.