'Has he found a girl?'
'A woman' Arial corrected.
'Ah, of course. A girl could hardly move my brother heart. Do I know her? One of our peers perhaps or maybe some of the noble girls Kyle used to flirt before? Maybe the gullible daughters of Lord Osbert or the bodacious ladies of Lord Guilaurme?'
'None of them. You met her at the ball. The Empress handmaiden. The fair Isabelle'
'Lady Isabelle?'
'Yes.' Then Arial looks at Lisa and notices that Lisa has an uncomfortable expression.
'Why? Do you not approve?'
'Isn't she a bit cold to my brother? I watch her most carefully during the ball and while my brother has certain fondness of her, she does not look pleased with the attention. She looks indifferent.'
'I have the same thoughts but your brother seems really fond of her. I do not know what to say to him other than to encourage and give him support on the matter. Let see where that relationship goes before we judge.'