FELDA
I couldn’t get Daze off my mind the entire day. It was annoying, frustrating, and even worse because I saw him with that girl. Arianna or whatever her name was. I didn’t know much about her, not yet, but I found out one thing that made me curl a smile:
She hated Isolde.
Just like me.
And that made her useful. Very useful.
I stepped outside to breathe in some fresh air, letting my long dress flow behind me as my maids trailed silently. Tonight was warm, the kind that should calm nerves. But mine were anything but calm.
I loved King Rowan.
Not because my father gave me to him like a gift wrapped in gold. No. I loved him because I had watched him for years, like a shadow, always a step behind him even when he was with Isolde.
I used to follow them when they were dating, hiding l
