The next morning, Isabella sat near the entrance of the palace looking very comfortable.
Of course, that comfort did not happen by magic. She was wrapped properly from head to toe, and the thick fur around her made her look like someone precious who had been packed carefully against the snowing cold. Only her face and hands showed, and even then, the people around her kept glancing over every few breaths as if worried the wind might suddenly become bold enough to offend her.
The snow outside had covered the ground in white, and the air was so cold that even breathing too hard made a person feel it inside their nose. However, the palace entrance itself had been built better than the ordinary houses, so the wind did not hit directly there. Because of that, Isabella could still sit outside and enjoy the view without freezing into a beautiful statue.
Naturally, the men would not leave her alone.
