In Isabel's twisted mind, she had caught Camilla's secret, dirty lover.
"Damon will be so furious," Isabel plotted happily in her mind, gripping her folding fan tightly. "He is the proudest, most powerful General in the entire kingdom. He hates betrayal. When I tell him that his legal wife is meeting strange men in the dirty slums of the lower city, he will absolutely explode."
Isabel let out a soft, wicked giggle.
"He will throw her out of his mansion tonight," Isabel continued her happy thoughts. "He will divorce her immediately. And once Camilla is completely ruined and disgraced, Damon will realize that I am the only noble lady truly worthy of standing by his side."
She waited impatiently near the gates. She fully expected the soldier to return and invite her directly into the General's private command tent.
Finally, the small side door of the gates opened.
The soldier came walking out. He stopped a few feet away from Isabel. He kept his face blank and professional.
