“You’re her aren’t you?â€? The boy looked at her curiously, one hand on his hip and the other on the handle of his knife. “You look just like I expected.â€?
“Um…â€? What did he mean? She thought maybe it was a practical joke, or a nightmare, or, even worse, an illusion, but he looked real enough. “Who are you?â€?
“Emtt.â€?
“Oh,â€? Isabelle stared. “I’m Is-â€?
“I know your name. You’re a legend, Iory.â€?
“Um…â€? Isabelle tugged at her shirt. She had no clue what was going on. But for some reason she didn’t fight it like she knew she normally would have. It seemed… right.
Emtt stared. Then he leapt over to her and kissed her hand, bowing deeply. “Your highness.â€?
What? Your highness?