Isa felt flushed; why on earth did she do that? Stare at this commoner like he was asking for her hand in marriage. She kept rubbing at her dress, teeth grit tight. This was just plain wrong! People do not fall in love with their captors! If anything, they KILL their captors in revenge for taking them prisoner. Yes, he was nice. Yes, he was handsome in his own rugged way, but that wasn't the point! The point was that he was gong to hand her over to the prince, and he would get to keep his farmstead. Plain and simple. Then why was she imagining more it?<br/><br/>Suddenly, she felt a hand brush against her hair. She froze, cheeks now fully red as she stared down at her dress with surprised eyes. Her hands trembled slightly.<br/><br/>But, unfortunately, he took his hand away, and made an excuse. She sighed softly. At least he had a reason for petting her hair. Suddenly, a loud crash and a curse brought her out of her dazed state and back into reality. "Oh no... he woke up..." she muttered, standing up. Thankfully, from the sound of it, Sher's horse was nearby, from the sound of whinnying.