Twitching at his raised voice and confusing bursts, Isabella winced and turned away from his anger, averting her eyes to the ground with a troubled expression as she waited for some form of strike, expecting him to cut her up at any given moment.<br/><br/>When he spoke once more, her irises turned up to stare at him as he pointed down to the fallen Knight, tensing up only to feel pricks of her own anger build up upon his ending demand.<br/><br/>Why had she come here? It was not something to be asked of her, whom had a very particular understanding of the world and where she belonged within it. She gave him a bit of a scowl, though her lively features still remained as maidenly as possible while she did so.<br/><br/>"I go where I please, as is my birthright given to me by my Mother, and her Mother before her."<br/><br/>She stated with a deep effort to be clear, for despite being along the ground and facing death, she would hold her honor on this topic high until the end. She owed<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>that much.<br/><br/>"Who are<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>to inquire such of me?" She replied defensively, now trying to crawl away from him as her snippets of frustration gave her the will to move.