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Isabel
Isabel struggled to pry her eyes open as her friends carried on a conversation around her. A blacksmith’s hammer was bashing her head exactly in time to her heartbeat. A herd of galloping horses had entered the inner sanctum of her brain. And her body... Her entire body ached as though it had been battered with one of those massive rams from tales of medieval warfare.
She wanted to die just to be free of the pain. Except she also wanted to live because she had finally found a place where Isabel felt she belonged, and with a man with whom she wanted to share her life.
She'd fallen deeply in love with the dashing lord of this castle, and… Damnation! What was his name? Isabel could't remember his name. Lord… something. This was a castle… Castle something.
No! Where was she? She
