Izzy’s POV
Yesterday had been so nice. Not perfect, but nice. Today has only just started, and it’s been a complete nightmare in comparison!
The rumors! The burn on my lap when I spilled the tea! The pups plotting to run me out of Scotland that were waiting outside of my bedroom door! It was all just too much, and I desire nothing more than to contact Leo and beg him to send the plane back to Scotland to come collect me.
I had gone to bed last night with such high hopes for my future life with Dougy. Living in this dreamy medieval castle, and being adored by the handsome king. Together we would be treated with kindness and admiration by the friendly Scots that we would rule together. Such a wonderful dream!
Those dreams now seem to be impossible, like so much ephemera blowing
