Draco.
“Is that how much you hate her?” Draco was surprised Edrand could make such a horrible demand. He didn’t buy the idea of ruining Isolde’s face at all. For all he knew, that face lived freely in his head.
Draco had been thinking of a way to rid himself of the taste of Isolde that lingered in his mouth for over one week now but it had been impossible.
It sounds impossible but whenever he ran his tongue over the surface of his lips, he could still taste her. The best flavor on earth.
Everything about Isolde kept Draco on his feet. He would never concede to destroying Isolde’s face. Never.
His obsession for the female had grown to the level where Draco sneaks into the royal laundry room to steal Isolde’s underthings.
Not that anyone had ever caught him. Draco was sure to be s
