"I'm not!" Isabella whispered-yelled suddenly. "I just want... I don't know. To connect more. To give him something special. Something that would make him want more? I want to give him something that he would never forget in a hurry, even after we part ways."
Ella, who had begun to refill their cups, froze mid-pour. "Did you just say, 'After we part ways?'" she asked.
Isabella blinked at her teacup. "The marriage… We had an agreement. The marriage will be annulled once I provide him with an heir."
Ella's usual teasing smirk softened into something more serious. "No offence, my lady, but that doesn't make sense to me. If we are talking about the same man I saw in that gambling house some nights ago, then forget it. You're not going anywhere."
"No. Leofric is a man of his word," Isabella said, but even she didn't sound convinced.
"Then why go through this stress…?"
