“Rhys!”
Fierce as never before in all her life, Isadore ignored the looks that rained down on her and marched resolutely towards Rhys that, with a mocking eyebrow raised, had stopped to wait for her.
"Princess." greeted her Tristan, giving her a smile, amused by her combative air while on the contrary Ilyan just stared at her darkly and frowning.
"I need to talk to you." announced Isadore, ignoring them both and staring at Rhys with icy determination. "Right away!" she added curtly, before turning away from him and stalking towards the door despite the chill outside.
Isadore was so furious that she didn't cared at all about the cold, or anything else. “What do you mean you're leaving Kellan at the castle?” She asked him coldly when Rhys joined her in the doorway, after those nearby ha
