The drawing room.

Isabella had to remind herself that Inge was in the same position only with a slight difference.

"I have yet to tell him that I love him but I do! I suppose I should think of babies names it's tradition to be named after the childs mother or farther? If you don't mind what inspired you with you're sons name"

Inge shrugged blushing slightly

"Oh..you know, since my baby was conceived in Italy, I gave him an italian name. I am a great admirer of the artist Leonardo Da Vinci. And I wish my son will grow up clever and talented like him.."

She admitted with a shy smile. She never told this to anyone, before

Isabella felt that she too must tell Inge something would she keep it to herself though

"I have always loved Richard before he even married. I can't have the man I love... No one gets to have a happy ending not even a princess. I can not think of any names something different that is not a popular name"

Isabella felt pain everytime the baby moved but her smile was still placed on her lips

Inge took a breath. She wanted to help her but she didn't know how

"I can suggest you some nice name, if you wish. It would be a funny thing to do. Also, I like being helpful.."

She said with excitement

Inge listened her with attention. And after she spoke she nodded and smiled

"Hmm..let's see. I like Sebastian. Sebastian Meyer sounds good. And for girls..Annabelle or Priscilla would be nice.."

She suggested giggling

With big eyes Isabella laughed

"Priscilla! Oh I am not to sure about that name for a girls name it should be soft and sweet like strawberry cream"

Inge giggled again

"Oh..actually I had a doll named Priscilla when I was a child. That's why I love this name.."

She explained

Isabella had the servants lit a warm fire with some warmed up refreshments for her sister. She had little Max resting on her lap he had grown tremendously and resembled every inch his farther.

Beatrice entered the room and smiled as she saw Max in her sister's hands. She approached closer to them and sat beside them.

Hello, little one. Aren't you a handsome boy?

She said with a bright smile, kissing the little boy on his cheek. He looked like so much like Isabella

Look what I've for you.

She mentioned for the servant to bring the present in.

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Beatrice was always good with children and no doubt would be an excellent mother herself. Isabella gently put Max on her lap as she want over to the beautiful gift the servants had brought in. "Oh Beatrice! It is stunning it reminds me of one we used to have in Portugal. No doubt Max shall very much enjoy it." Isabella could remember their old governess. She was more like a shield from the ongoings of our farthers mistress. "I do appreciate having you her sweet sister and so does Richard. Have you met anyone interesting." Isabella asked with a slight grin forming on her lips.

Her smile deepened, a glimmer of pride appearing in her eyes as her sister approved her gift.

We so enjoyed I thought Max would like one too.

She said as she watched little Max with tender smile.

I'm glad to be with all of you here... There is someone I've met, that I like very much

She answered with slight bluch forming on her cheeks as she thought of a man who stole her heart.

Isabella smiled like a Chesire cat who was this man whom had captured her heart. She went to go and sit back with her sister. "Oh darling this is excellence news. Tell me do I know this gentleman." Isabella hoped that he wouldn't break her heart.

Beatrice was now looking at her sister, her eyes sparkling, and her smile dreamy.

Well his name shall remain secret for now.

She paused not really wishing to tell who he was, at least not until she make sure he feels the same.

Oh, sister! He's so perfect in every way. He's so handsome and so smart, sweet and kind, a true gentleman.

Isabella trusted her sister of course. But who ever this man was she wanted her sister to be very careful. "Is he from Bavaria. I would be careful for the mean time Beatrice. Be somewhat wary of his intentions."

Beatrice offered her sister a reassuring smile.

Don't worry sister, I've learn from my mistakes and would never let anyone to use me all hurt me again.

When she turned sixteen there was a duke she liked very much and she thought he liked her too, but in the end turned he was after her money.

Isabella went and sat next to her with a heavy sigh. "I don't think our welcome here will be wanted much longer. In any case that I don't mind as I can go help our aunt. Charles will listen to me as I am to be his wife which will help our aunt greatly. Only you know how much I truly love Richard others judge without knowing the facts but.... What do you mean hurt again." Isabella felt her blood turn cold as she heard her sister say that. Who on earth would do that to Beatrice.

What makes you think we're not welcome here any more?

Beatrice asked, looking at her sister with curiosity.

Well, I think you're the only one who can get Charles to release his mother. He always had a week spot on you.

She said, then sighed and smiled to her sister again, softly touching her hand.

It's nothing. It's in past and you shouldn't worry about it.

Isabella sighed heavily. Why did people asked questions when the answer was right in front of them. "According to the ambassador I am the enemy her at Bavaria. I did not purposefully do what I have done. I'm growing constantly tired of having to defend myself. As the ambassador "plans" to help our aunt I am left wondering why I bother trying to be civil and nice to people when all they do is throw mud in my face." Her little walk with the ambassador had not gone well.

Beatrice listened, cursing silently herself, for not sensing how much her sister was troubled.

You've not done anything wrong. You fall in love and there isn't anything wrong with. You should ignore them, but if you wish us to leave then I shall obey.

"I shall not disturb your happiness here sweet sister. And Charles shall surely find a way to use you in one of his games." I didn't want to burden my sister with what Charles might do if he found out about my child. "Max shall have to stay here of course. You can stay here too or go where your heart follows you. Always listen to your heart Beatrice it never lies. If we all followed our hearts I truly believe people would be much happier."

Beatrice took her sister's hand in hers and squeezed it lightly.

You can never disturb me, my sweet sister. And you know you can always tell me anything.

She said forcing a smile, trying to look strong as Isabella. But she was far from that. Knowing that it wasn't easy for Isabella to leave her son and love of her life, also knowing this was good bye, broke Beatrice's heart.

I shall stay here or return to Portugal to our brother... I promise, sister. I shall always listen to my heart and try my best to follow it.