She let out a gasp, eyes big as the floor met the side of her cheek. All she could see for a moment were stars. When she was yanked upwards, she struggled for breath, grabbing his hands tightly, still angry. "No..." she hissed, eyes narrow as she was dragged over to the bed once again. Thankfully, a maid saved her from her plight, but she still didn't want to go with this annoying perverted prince. She held her tongue tightly as she was pulled along once more. At least she didn't have to sit on the cold floor. Isa was still boiling mad, but she wouldn't dare lash out at him in front of the court people, which included the King's brother. No, she would have to contend with this man in secrecy. This assassination was going to be harder than she thought, for reasons she hadn't even expected.