CHAPTER TWENTY.
My jaw slackens as I stare at the new set of sturdy leather boots and the gown Isadora places on my bed. It's early morning, and I had barely opened my eyes when she barged in, startling me awake. Now, I stand silently, watching her carefully arrange the items.
“What are you doing?” I ask once she’s finished, eyeing the stuff on the bed suspiciously. Alongside the boots and gown are a fresh bottle of ointment, clean bandages, and a new set of nightwear.
Isadora shrugs. “I’m doing what I was told to. King Sven had me bring these to your room, for reasons unknown to me,” she says, folding her arms behind her. “It makes me wonder what prompted this. The King I know isn't this generous. What did you say to him, Olivia?”
“Nothing. Really,” I reply truthfully.
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