Walking on Broken Glass

She could smell the fear rippling off him, if that weren't a big enough clue he'd visibly shiver as she came more near. Had she remembered this man she would have known how much of a shall stood before her now. Nothing like the prince he once was. For a moment Isolde would wonder what could have happened to cause him such trauma. Her own ears would fall to her skull as she slowed even further, how he thought she might be a threat she had no idea. She was tiny and obviously too pregnant to do much other than exist.

He would utter his name, almost uncertainly and even more familiarity would blossom as the name rang true in her head. Yes, Cassius, Quintus, Amalia.. and Arian who she'd seen at her last reunion with their mother. Still, a name was not everything. "I'm Isolde, I think you're my brother.. were you born here too?" He seemed so uncertain of his name she had no idea if he could even answer her next set of questions.