@oculusmaledictus continued from x.
Isabelle had argued with her uncle quite enthusiastically about how she didn't meddle in his affairs - he shouldn't meddle in hers. Even if he's King of Olympus, that didn't grant him the power to order her about when her domain was the Underworld, especially since neither of them often passed through the other's domain. She left the pomp and politics to her father. Hades was already aware that Isabelle would rather behave like a snarling wild dog than have anyone order her around, especially when it came to courtships.
But Hades had politely convinced her that it would get Zeus off her back if she just attended this meeting and was civil. So she begrudingly dons one of the dresses she's hardly ever worn anywhere and presents herself.
When she walks in, she smells him before she sees him. She immediately stops in her tracks, her lip threatening to curl. Her nails bite into her palms as he makes a point of scraping his chair across the floor, her jaw setting as she attempts not to immediately shoot Zeus a glare.
"Bold of you to assume I wasn't coerced to be here." She scoffs as she moves to take her seat, "You all think too highly of yourselves to think I want to be in any of your domains. Mine suits my needs and desires just fine."
