Isadora POV
"The king has requested your presence, Your Majesty." A maid in her early twenties spoke softly, giving a low curtsy.
I frowned. "Did he state the reason why?" I asked, turning away from the dress fitting that had occupied my days lately. The constant fittings had kept me from searching for clues in the castle, making me feel like nothing more than a decorative piece.
"No, Your Majesty," the maid replied, keeping her eyes downcast.
I sighed, looking at the pins on my dress I turned to the seamstress and tapped her on the shoulder, she nodded right away removing the pins. I turned back to the maid and said, "Very well. Lead the way."
I trailed behind the maid, my footsteps echoing off the cold stone floors. The corridors stretched out before us, lined with portraits of st
