Isadora

"Waaah! You hit me again!" Isadora shrieked, her dramatic wails echoing through the castle as the maids helped her to her feet.

Her cries were loud enough to reach every corner of the estate, stirring up the usual commotion.

In the garden, Benedict was peacefully sipping his afternoon tea when the piercing sound reached his ears. Startled, he choked on his drink, coughing violently.

"My Lord!" Albert rushed to his side, dabbing at Benedict's face with a handkerchief, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?"

Benedict waved him off with a weak hand, glancing up toward the third floor where the source of the ruckus undoubtedly was.

With a weary smile, he shook his head. "Those two... every time they're together, chaos is sure to follow."

Albert chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Miss Isadora always stirs things up, but she never seems to win against Miss Lyra. Yet she keeps trying."