Soon, Isa was dressed in a rather revealing getup, her hair now in a loose braid. She exhaled, appearing weary. Was this really what she had to wear? As if the idea of strip teasing the prince was bad enough! But, what choice did she have? Get close to him, kill him, then return home. That's all that was needed of her, and if that involved losing her purity to him, then that was a sacrifice she had to make. But, her stubborness was getting the better of her.<br/><br/>Letting out a breath, she stepped into the throne room, taking her place on a pillow beside the throne. At least she could be comfortable while they rambled on for hours...<br/><br/>Suddenly, the doors opened, and Isa's blue eyes grew big. 'Brother...' Instantly, she ducked her head, while her thoughts swarmed. 'Was this who he was supposed to meet with?? I can't let him recognize me, or it will all be ruined! Maximillian said he will KILL me if I don't get the job done... oh god...' She appeared slightly more pale than earlier as she tried to avoid eyecontact.