This prince in front of her didn't seem too kind to his uncle, though his uncle didn't have much of a reason to be kind to him, either. She was a bit taken aback at the passive aggressive manner in which he treated his own flesh and blood. It also seemed like the uncle had seen plenty of this in his brother's son. The man bit his tongue, trying to save face in front mere servants and maids, and allowed the two to leave without a word on his behalf. "Damn child..." he muttered to himself, leaving the room with hands in his pockets.<br/><br/>Isa blinked, following him only to let out a squeak as strong hands took hold of her waist and hoisted her onto the saddle, right behind the prince. She stared at his back for a moment, uncertain of whether or not to hold on, when the horse leaping forward solved that matter instantly. She jolted, wrapping her arms quickly around his waist. She wasn't at all used to this sort of treatment, but from what she understood, this was what it was going to be like for some time. "Do... do you not wish to know where I come from, or even my name?" she asked, seeming surprised about how he simply referred to her as 'female' earlier.