Isolde
“I’ve never felt so stupid in my life!” Isolde hissed under her breath as she hastened out of the castle, bunching her dress in her hands.
She ignored all the servants and sentinels bowing at her as she walked away, her feet clomping with vengeance over the floor.
What was she thinking? That the monster would come groveling after reading her note?
Did he even read it?
And look how she wasted effort preening herself to the nines to look charming, only for the male to ignore her.
But he was talking to others. Talking to her sister!
Isolde wasn’t jealous! No, she couldn’t be, not when she hated that man. Hated his guts.
“I guess he deserved death after all,” she murmured under her breath again, her thoughts running a mile a minute.
Isolde couldn’t tame her wildly beatin
