“How do I know your whole organization isn’t a trap,” The Princess sneered, “how do I know you are not a bunch of sympathizers?”

Ayleth scoffed, “Do you even hear yourself? You are so enamoured by fulfilling your duty that you cannot think rationally.” Isabeau could tell Ayleth bit her tongue, she could also have gone on about the Princesses mental loops and inconsistencies.

“Tomorrow, meet me in the church an hour before sunrise. I want the manipulative one to promise to stay quiet, and out of my head,” She turned and pointed back at Ayleth, “ and I want you to stop slandering me.” Like a child throwing a tantrum, she stormed off down the ladder and out of the library. Isabeau and Ayleth sat there for a moment, fairly exhausted with whatever had just happened.

“I don’t know how I’m going to explain that cut to Percival.”

“Ew,” Isabeau said, climbing down the ladder. They both made their way out of the library and on their way in silence. Isabeau wondered how much time had passed. She headed back to the dining hall, William was probably waiting there wondering why she’d left; no matter how long it had been.