Isolde
Isolde waited tirelessly for the lord’s arrival. She moved restlessly around her chamber, but he never showed up.
She felt somehow relieved he didn’t come again, and when her bones got exhausted, she slumped onto the bed and dozed off.
Her sleep was peaceful. The soft sheets caressed her back. She didn’t dream this time, which was good. However, sometime into the night while Isolde was enjoying her sleep, she felt a towering presence in the room.
She tossed with a sigh on the bed, fluttering her eyes open. She yelped and cursed, unknowingly slipping off the bed. She crashed onto the floor with a sickening thud and winced.
Her teeth chattered from fear. The blood rushed through her veins, hammering in her ears.
“This isn’t a dream, right?” she thought to herself, finding it
