FINNIAN
I came to the palace to check on Isolde, as usual. Thank the gods, she’d been stronger these past few days, walking again, even if only within the palace walls.
I’d pleaded endlessly with Rowan before he finally gave in, and now she was back practicing her magic too. That spark of hers hadn’t died.
I followed her to her garden. She wanted to show me where the heir had died. I’d been investigating too, quietly. But nothing made sense yet. No clue had teeth.
“Here,” she said, stopping suddenly. She turned and stumbled into me, almost falling. I caught her waist before gravity got the better of her. Her eyes widened, startled, soft.
“Careful,” I whispered, voice close to her ear. She froze, just for a second. Then she nodded quickly.
“Yes, thank you, Prin...” she paused, catchi
