Eira looked at her friend completely bewildered. What in the world was Isabella thinking?! Contest for her hand? Why? How? Where was Leonard when she was doing all of this?!
"You cannot contestant for Eira's hand," Gareth responded. "It's not right."
"The royal decree called for all nobles who deem themselves worthy of the princess' hand," Isabella responded firmly yet respectfully. "There was no mention of specific genders, so I am well within the law your majesty."
Gareth turned to one of the royal guards who shook his head in response. "I'm afraid she is correct your majesty, as council man Roland and prince Jeffrey's daughter, she is a noble and can contest for princess Eira's hand."
"But the list was already verified," Gareth responded. "The only way someone can be added is if a lord of Gavaria or a member of the royal family vouches for them." Gareth turned to look at Isabella. "Are your fathers aware of what you are doing Isabella? Is it them who vouched for you?"
