I circled back in my room, pacing all over again. Whenever I was bothered, I paced, my hands clasped behind my back. I had taken more than fifty turns since I arrived in my chamber.
After, of course, I had shown Isabel to the chamber next to mine, the one I had called a prison. Yet it didn’t look like a prison. It looked like a room… a comfortable bed for resting, chairs, a table, and even a mirror.
She had wondered why I gave her such a space, something too good to be called a prison. An actual nice room.
I let myself into her head.
This time, she was deep in thought.
I had left her alone and returned to my room, my own thoughts heavier, about my visit to the ancient temple… about what had been said to me by the gods.
I was deeply troubled.
I walked steadily until I stood in front
