Timothy bit his lips before he told the king about Izzy’s situation. The king didn’t seem frazzled at all but his head moved up and down, hearing everything Timothy told him. Timothy was shocked at the king’s lack of reaction but Timothy suspected the king knew more than he let on.
Izzy nervously walked around the room, assessing the damage and unable to look at King Henry. She should have been happy to see that her kidnapper was dead but she felt pity for the king. He had been her biological father although he had never known. There was no sense of sorrow but she still prayed silently over his soul.
“Isabelle,” Treyton said his voice full of nervousness. His confident demeanor seemed to vanish.
“Treyton,” Izzy smiled genuinely. They only exchanged a quick glance before hugging each other again. “I’m glad you’re safe.”
“I was so worried for you, Isabelle,” Treyton said, clearing his throat.
“I was worried for you,” Izzy laughed, tears of joy and relief drenching her cheeks.
“Isabelle,” Treyton whispered, wiping her tears away. Izzy found herself laughing more.
“The war is over,” Izzy said, finding reassurance as she spoke those words aloud.
“Isabelle, I have to tell you something,” he said all of a sudden. He wanted to tell her that he was truly in love with her and that he couldn’t think of anyone else he could ever love besides her. But as Izzy gave him her attention, it was lost just as quick.
The doors to the throne room burst open and Alex came in quickly, sweat on his forehead. He seemed to be out of breath but his entrance alarmed everyone.
“Izzy!” Alex shouted, running towards her. Izzy turned her eyes to Alex who had her mother’s journal in his hands. Izzy felt her heart quicken and met his eyes again. He came right in front of her, a glint of excitement and love emitting from his eyes.
“Alex, where did you find that?” Izzy asked, knowing just where he found it.
“This was the book you were looking for wasn’t it?” he breathed. “I found this in Annie’s room when I tried to find that traitor and found this instead.” He seemed to be looking for something in Izzy’s eyes that showed recognition and saw her eyes wide open. “I read it,” he added, wanting to spit everything out right then and there and take her in his arms.
“What is the meaning of this, Zander? Can you not see that there is no need for running?” King John said, coming to his son. Timothy stood next to the king, making sure he wasn’t working too hard on himself by standing up. Alex looked so relieved to see his father and hugged him a little tightly that King John gave a little grunt by his wounds. Alex apologized but left no time for his father to continue.
“I have evidence. I know who Izzy truly is,” Alex said again. Treyton looked at Alex confused but he suddenly felt uneasy. He didn’t think he would like this news.
“What are you talking about, my boy?” King John asked, looking at his son quizzically.
“You know Marissa, father?” Alex’s bluntness made the king jump in surprise. They hadn’t talked about Marissa since the day she past away. He didn’t even think that Alex would remember his old nanny.
“Yes, of course,” King John said, hoping his voice didn’t betray him of longing and sorrow.
“She was a King Henry’s wife, father,” Alex said and opened the journal to a page with Marissa’s handwriting.
“That is absurd!” the king yelled in fury. There was no way his Marissa could be a queen or King Henry’s wife.
“She is,” Alex answered. “Please read this and tell me otherwise, father.”