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I heard him mutter something, and, assuming he had seen me, moved to face him in the most dignified way I could when I still smelled of the ocean, but found my feet unable to move. Pulling against the hard stone floors, I found that they were attached, as though they had grown into the flooring like a plant into dirt. Turning my body to face my father’s assistant, I nervously greeted him. He would not catch me showing my fear of what was happening. Slowly, he walked in a circle around me, studying my commoner-like outfit, consisting of a modest gray dress and thin wooden shoes.
“Where have you been,” he questioned.
“Why do you ask,” I quickly replied, afraid of sharing too much information and having father find out about my friendship with a commoner.
“Because I have been searching for you…”
“And why have you been searching for me?”
“Your father wishes for you to learn wizardry from my nephew and I.”
“WHAT,” I asked in horror.
“Come now, Isabella, do we need to tell your father about your little escapades with that girl, or will you come peacefully?”
To make a long story short, I went. I knew my father had been looking for a way to protect me when he was not around, and, apparently, this was his chosen way. Riding in the back of a bumping wagon, I ached all over. This would only be the beginning.