ISABELLA
I was bored out of my mind.
One whole week. Seven entire days of being confined inside this massive, overbearing manor.
The first day, I had convinced myself that it wasn’t so bad. That I could handle a little extra caution.
By day three, I was restless.
By day five, I was miserable.
Now, on day seven, I was one second away from losing my mind.
The grand halls of the manor, once impressive and elegant, had started to feel suffocating. The security presence had doubled, with bodyguards stationed at every damn entrance and patrolling the grounds like we were preparing for war.
I wasn’t even allowed to step outside without three guards hovering over me like I was made of glass.
Even the terrace—my one place of solace—felt like a prison now, because every time I stood there
