ISABELLA
I had spent my entire life living in the luxury of some of Europe’s finest noble homes. Hell, for the last five years, I had managed to get away with living in Fresonia’s royal castle. I was used to servants waiting on me hand and foot, and waking to bubble baths and pressed linens.
Sleeping on the ground in a tent in Charles’ military encampment in the Dragon’s Teeth mountains was about as far from luxury as you could get.
Every morning I woke up, feeling sore in places I did not know could ache. I was always cold, as if the cold had somehow seeped into my bones. I had sacrificed everything–my family ties, my life in the castle, any potential of a relationship with Felix–to join Charles’ mutiny and take down the crown.
Sometimes I wondered if sleeping on the ground
