Isadora watched with hidden shock as Melinda kept her pursuit upon the gypsy man. Secretly, Isadora wanted to know what it felt like to have the same power that Melinda had upon men, but she knew she never would..and it wasn't a noblewoman's place to tease those of the opposite sex. "It's quite alright." When the gypsy prince introduced himself, Isadora stood and gave the responsive curtsy that was given when in the presence of unfamiliar royalty. "It's an honor to meet you, Prince Hero." Melinda butted in with her own curtsy. "I'm Melinda...in case you didn't know." The younger girl spoke with an -of course you know who I am: who doesn't?- kind of tone.<br/><br/>Isadora only shook her head...again, before giving another curtsy. "Excuse me, but there are some things I need to attend to." Isadora looked to Melinda before walking to her cousin and air kissing her cheeks. "I'll meet you later, dear cousin. Please, don't wear our guest out to much." Isadora gave a hearty, but light, chuckle before exiting the garden and leaving Melinda and Hero alone in the garden.<br/><br/>"Hero?" Melinda had stepped away from the man and twirled the tip of her braid. "You do realize that my cousin is betrothed?" By now, Melinda had figured out Hero was soft for Isadora, but she wasn't going to quit trying to get his attention. "To some horrid old man who's father is a friend of her deceased mother." Melinda shook her head, as if dismissing the conversation at hand. "You're comming to the banquet tonight?" While it was a question, Melinda had made it more of an order. "What will you be wearing? I would like to wear similar colors." The young princess headed for the exit. "I'll send someone later to find out. For now..I'll inform the guards to leave you alone, you may explore as you wish." With that, Melinda wondered down the hall, twirling her braid.<br/><br/>Isadora had found her way to the library, and was comfortably reading a book of child fairytales. Real life never seemed to end up like in the stories. With a sigh, Isadora stood and wondered to the more dusty section of the library, looking for something good to read. While it was frowned upon, Isadora still loved to read, and her father supported it, so Isadora wasn't going to quit just because of society.