Chapter 32
"In courts of gold, envy cuts deeper than claws." The morning sun had barely touched the towers of Silvermoon when Isolde awoke to a world she had never known. The palace was alive with the sounds of servants hurrying along marble corridors, the soft clink of silverware, and the hushed murmurs of nobles preparing for the day ahead. Every detail shimmered with opulence, but Isolde’s mind was focused, alert, sensing the undercurrents that always flowed beneath such grandeur. Ariel stood just outside her room, waiting. His silver eyes glimmered in the early light. “Are you ready for your first audience with the court?” he asked, his voice calm but firm. Isolde took a deep breath, her Moonborn wolf humming with awareness beneath her skin. “I think so,” she whispered. “But… I can feel them.
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