Isolde
Everyone had already gathered around the dining table for breakfast except Lord Draco. Isolde had helped Roga in preparing the breakfast after promising the older female she wasn’t about to poison Draco again.
At least not after that intense moment between them back at the training room a week ago. Draco had exited the room wordlessly after licking her substance off his gloved finger.
But he left with a sour look on his face, like he shouldn’t have done what he did there. That expression haunted Isolde.
She felt Draco was embittered because she rejected his proposal, what felt like a lifetime ago.
Guilt gnawed at her for her actions. It seemed as though Isolde was toying with Draco’s feelings, even her own feelings. That occurrence in the training room that day solidified Is
