Lord of Origins

Chp 116 - The Blast

Isabella couldn’t understand why she was anxious. She was a princess for pity’s sake and here she was, dancing forth and back. Checking her phone, and the clock and looked out the window like an anxious wife awaiting the return of her husband.

“Ridiculous” she laughed self-deprecatingly before she tossed her phone aside on her bed and said to herself firmly that she would stop this nonsense this minute. She went to the bar to pour herself a chamomile rum. The only thing close to alcohol that her father had allowed her to store in her bar.

Isabella still couldn’t understand the logic of his thinking when she had assorted varieties of wines at her disposal, alcoholic and non-alcoholic wine but he had only laughed when she asked him that and said he was not going to have a drunkard on his hands. So, chamomile rum it was. Isabella suspected that he only allowed that because of the sentimental reason attached to it. It had been her mother’s favourite evening drink.

Isabella poured a gener