I marched through the corridors, Bon and Zeus following behind me.
I had just visited Isabel in her chamber, which was now next to mine. The moment I had entered, she turned her neck to look at me and rolled her eyes. I noticed she had been staring at herself in the mirror.
“Next time you should knock. It doesn’t matter if you are a king or not,” she said, looking at me.
I nodded slowly. “Noted.”
“I mean, I could be naked.” She shrugged, touching the strands of her hair.
The silence that followed her words became heavy.
Then she dropped her hands, closed her eyes briefly, and turned to look at me again.
“Why are you here?”
“To see you before my journey,” I replied.
“What… what journey?” she asked, curiosity filling her voice as she walked toward me, but carefully avoiding coming t
