The word fades as I stare at the man who once broke my heart.
Nathan’s tall, unmistakable frame stands out even in the crowd. He is dressed in a tailored grey suit, and beside him is his father. They share the same proud stance, the same sharp jawline.
I whip my gaze away when Nathan’s head begins to turn and take a deep, shaky breath. Glass in hand, I try to calm the storm raging inside me. A bead of sweat trickles down my temple.
Relax, Isolde. He cannot recognize you. Not with this mask. Not with this hair.
I should go back to where Drogo left me. I can look for my stepmother later.
“Hey, you.”
I almost flinch at his voice.
His hand catches mine from behind and spins me around. My heart leaps into my throat as Nathan’s grey eyes meet mine through his mask.
His gaze lingers on my
