Isolde.
“My lady?” Roga loomed over Isolde’s face when she noticed Isolde was stirring awake. A quiet moan lunged from her mouth as her bleary eyes took in Roga’s concerned face.
The older female helped Isolde up, giving her a flagon of water. She slowly used it to lubricate her parched throat and finally blinked the blurriness away from her vision. She took in steady breaths before mustering the strength to ask.
“What…happened?”
Roga’s unhinged jaw settled as she dealt Isolde a long look. “Your nose bled when I was telling you about the lord and the great purge…and his female.”
Isolde couldn’t remember much. Her mind was completely disoriented, and she turned her face away, mulling over Roga’s words. Her stomach coiled when Roga blurted out.
“What do you know about the great purge,
