ISOLDE
I pace the room, my finger stuck between my teeth. My feet feel heavier with each step as the king's words echo in my head. At this point, the whole world seems to be against me.
Had I made a mistake rejecting him? He looked furious after my speech earlier.
I jump when the door creaks open. Drogo steps in, and I quickly hide my trembling hands behind the dress.
“Are you okay?”
I freeze at his question. That’s the last thing I expect him to ask, but...
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie.
I’m far from it.
Far, far from being fine.
For a moment, his eyes flick down to my mouth as I pull my lower lip between my teeth.
Then, unbidden, I recall the heat I felt earlier when his hand was on my thigh. The same kind that burned through me in the bathtub with him.
He makes me feel strange thin
