James cares for his country. But he worries about Isobel and that stirred something inside of him which could stir something bigger in the country.

(It is set in the olden days incase that isn't clear in my writing haha, not quite sure what year, but somewhere waaaaay far back like in the 1400s :D)


3. 3.

A storm begins to stir as we are walking back to the palace.

"Oh dear." James says matter of factly, looking up at the sky. He turns and grins at me, taking my hand. "We'd better run, my dear."

I laugh and he starts pulling me along just as it begins to rain. We make it inside without being completely drenched. Regaining our composure, we wander back into the dining hall where everybody is just as we left them.

"A storm is stirring out there mother." James says, keeping hold of my hand behind his chair where nobody could see. I don't really want to hold his hand any longer, I don't feel as if it should be done and I don't see him that way. "We can't possibly let our guests go home in this weather."

"Oh no." I turn to face him, realising that my father will be angry if we are home late. "We couldn't possibly stay here-"

"Why not, miss?" James asks, suspiciously. "Is there something waiting for you at home? Somebody?"

I gulp, and notice Ezra clear his throat. A clear sign of don't say a thing. I smile weakly and shake my head. My mother looks slightly relieved to be able to stay away from my father for a little while and Tilly is too young to realise something is wrong.

So within an hour, I am in my own bedroom, in my own bed with borrowed night gowns made of silk. It is massive with royal carpets and fleeces everywhere and a massive chandelier, so big, yet still struggling to light the room. The bed in itself is beautiful! There is a big headboard and infront of that, tens of cushions as soft as clouds that I sink into. Real fur covers me and keeps me warm despite the rain and lightining outside.

I cannot sleep, despite the luxury and it is two o'clock in the morning, so I get up and walk into the hallway. It is so large I can't even see the end, so I plan to walk to the end and walk back to my room and hopefully sleep. However, as I pass one door, I hear chuckling.

"Hello?" I whisper.

"It is me, my lady." I hear James say. "What on earth are you doing awake at this time of night?"

I smile to myself. "I can't sleep. Don't worry, I'll leave you alone now. Goodnight, your grace."

However, back in my room, I turn to close the door and James is stood there. I try to hide my shock.

"Isobel, do not suffer in silence." he smiles that arrogant smile. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, sir, you don't have to do a thing." I smile. "Please, go back to sleep."

He shakes his head, coming inside my room anyway and sitting down on the end of my bed. He gestures to the bed for me to sit down, so I do, staying as far away from James as possible. I do not want anything to escalate.

"Isobel." he smiles. "You are something else."

I smile, ducking my head. "You've told me before, sir."

He chuckles, scooting over to sit next to me. When I look at him, all of the arrogance and charm has dissapeared and all I see is his honest self and it's weird, to be honest.

"Then please tell me what is wrong." he frowns, taking my hand again.

"There is nothing-"

"I am your future king." he smiles slightly. "You must tell me if you are in danger and I must sort it out. Think of it as king practice for me."

I laugh and sigh. "Fine. My father likes his ale and it makes him a little violent-"

"A little violent?" James asks incredulously. "My lady, these injuries are not due to a little violence."

I want to cry. I want to sob and tell him everything and let him help but I know it's not an option. It could break up the family which would be awful after Ezra's success with the knighting and seeing as Matilda is so young. I will take the beatings from my father if it means things will stay the same.

"It is bad." I admit. "But I care for my family too much to allow you to change a thing. Thank you for caring."

"I can't help but care." he says. "You are in my hands, the whole country is really as I will be king soon. But I don't have to worry about the rest of them."

"What's the difference?"

"Caring... caring is wanting them to be okay, not thinking about them unless they have a problem. And I care about you and this country. Worrying is thinking about them twenty four seven, wondering if they're okay, it tears you apart if you think they're not safe. I worry about you."

"You have known me for a few hours, your grace." I point out.

"It doesn't matter." he shakes his head. "There is something about you. You don't care that I am going to be king or that I am prince, you still refuse me certain things, you still remain true to yourself and I admire you for that."

"Many other girls are the same." I say, trying to hide my smile.

He chuckles. "Yes, perhaps so, but you are the only one I notice."

I stand up and walk to the book shelf, pretending to look through the books, smiling to myself. "Your grace, you could have any woman or girl in England."

"Other than you of course, due to that pride of yours. Yet..." he pauses.

I turn around. "Yet what?"

"Yet you are the one I want." he finishes, walking over to me and taking both of my hands. "So if you would allow me one kiss..."

"That would be stupid of me." I place a finger over his lips that are coming towards mine. I expect to be shocked at my outward behaviour but it is in my nature.

"That would be indulgent." he smiles, moving my hand and leaning his forehead on mine. "You play a big part to look after your family, do you not realise you are just sixteen years old? I am just eighteen and we both act way too mature for our age. Why don't we have some fun for once?"

I laugh. "I would be open for that if you were another commoner like me, but you're not. You are the future king and you can't just go and have fun with a random girl from the streets."

"We are young." he says. "Can't we just forget responsibilties for one night?"

"I don't remember the last time I didn't have responsibilities." I say quietly. "And you're never going to be able to be free from yours. So let's just stop this before it begins, okay?"

Sighing, he nods, pulling away from me. He kisses my hand and smiles, leaving the room.

"Goodnight, Isobel." he smiles, closing the door behind him.

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