Fire
The queen looked baffled. She stared at Ysabel, about ready to reprimand her when the latter caught her gaze and raised her hand before she could say anything.
"No, mother. This isn't disrespect. What Gwendolyn did is. If you want to know what it was, ask him. If he doesn't tell the truth, the truth will still come out. I have witnesses with me. That's all."
Ysabel curtsied, remembering to be polite.
"Have a great night."
Ysabel turned to leave.
A few monarchs who were close enough to hear what had been exchanged whispered and watched as Ysabel exited the grand ballroom.
Her heart was hammering so hard inside her chest, she was ready to collapse. But she managed to make it outside.
The young monarch looked back, staring at her family whom she left dumbfounded.
The doors slowly closed them off, letting Ysabel breath. She placed a hand over her heart, her fingers were trembling.