Isolde.
Isolde had just finished taking her bath. She made sure to have a nice long bath before joining them at the table so she could watch that wretched devil rot.
She applauded herself for the smart move and smilingly applied scented oil to her body.
It didn’t matter that the weather was a bit chilly. After all, she had taken a warm bath. She headed over to the closet to find something to wear when a bang on her door rattled her bones.
With a surprised gasp and a racing heart, she walked out of the closet, only to see the group of sentinels that had come for her.
“Hell’s scorn!” She screamed in shock, trying to shield her naked body, but the sentinels only marched forward and clamped her arms in a bruising grip.
“What the hell are you doing?” She was freaking out, embarrassed a
