don't disappoint me

3rd pov

The hurried footsteps of Marquees Wiltshire reverberated in the silent area of the underground area of duke's Luca palace. His expressions were cold and menacing.

Finally his steps halted as the guard who was showing the way stopped in front of a room, he took out the keys from his uniform and opened the door.

The room was nothing like prison, but a bedroom with minimum furnishings, there was a bed at the centre of the room, an oak table with two chairs, and a small cupboard to keep things, a small chandelier in the middle just above the bed, but instead of silk, everything was of cotton and rough clothes, there was no carpet on the floor, making it cold.

Isabella was sitting on the bed with her head bent on her knees, her nails were dug deep in her palms.

There were pieces of a porcelain vase, scattered all over the floor with flowers, pillows and blankets. The room was a mess, as if the earthquake had just hit it badly.