Isabella

Frederick looked at me with guarded eyes and a face that seemed to hold information. His mouth was set in a hard line, and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. "Do you love her?" I asked him again, and this time he shook his head fervently. "So, why did you help her?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his eyebrows still knitted together.

"I see," I said as I sipped the tea brought by the manor staff. "When are you moving out, Frederick?"

"Moving out of where? I find that look of confusion on your face to be simply remarkable," I said with a giggle as...