FELDA
I wanted everyone dead at this moment -- Velin, Isolde, and that too cheerful sister of hers who thought a smile could untangle me... Elsa.
How dare she come here and pretend like she could help Isolde win her position back? Like her laughter could soften me, like her little gestures would crawl into my heart.
I was done pretending. I wanted them gone. Both sisters. Out of the palace. They were only chains around my ankle, keeping me from Rowan every time I tried to reach him.
And the worst part? I still hadn’t been able to give him what my father wanted most... a child. A single heir that would have sealed my father’s plans, a reason to grip the throne without anyone daring to question him.
Instead, I was stuck here, furious, restless, and useless.
I sat on my chair, dismiss
