Leon’s POV
꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂
“Isabella.”
She stiffened the moment I said her name. She always did. As if she expected danger to jump out of the walls at any moment.
She turned, hands still holding the folded clothes she’d been arranging in the wardrobe. “Yes, Your Majesty?”
“We leave tomorrow morning,” I said while fastening the last strap of my wrist guard. “There is a wedding in Evergreen Pack.”
Her eyes widened.
Her pulse spiked.
Interesting.
“We?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “You will accompany me as my personal assistant.”
A flash of panic crossed her face—too raw to hide. She set the clothes down slowly, as if buying time.
“Your Majesty, perhaps I’m not the right choice. I’m still learning the palace routine. Can you please get someone else to–"
I raised one eyebrow.
She sh
