ISOLDE
I couldn’t think straight. His hand had found its way under my thigh again, warm and possessive, while my sister sat across from us, her mouth running with whatever nonsense she thought fit for a royal dining table.
We had already started eating, but I could barely touch my food. My appetite had gone the moment I caught Prince Finnian’s eyes. Just for a heartbeat, something flashed in them, hurt… or rage. I couldn’t tell which one.
But then, as quickly as it came, it was gone. His expression smoothed into that calm mask he always wore, as if nothing could reach him.
I forced myself to focus on my plate, even though my hands trembled slightly on the fork.
That was when a guard’s voice rang through the hall, loud and urgent.
“Your Highness! Queen Felda is here!”
The double door
