ISOLDE
Two Weeks Later
I was better than ever. Stronger, sharper, back on my feet like I had been reborn. Every single day since I opened my eyes again, I threw myself into my magic like it was air... like my survival depended on it. Because maybe it did.
The last two weeks had taught me one truth: death was always circling me, waiting for one slip. It wasn’t paranoia anymore; it was fact. Someone out there wanted me gone. And if I wasn’t alert, if I didn’t protect myself and my sister, we would both be crushed.
So, I practiced. I burned my palms until my veins buzzed with fire. I whispered spells until my throat ached. I trained until exhaustion clawed at my chest.
I had warned Elsa a hundred times: Don't trust anyone. Don’t talk to anyone unless it was me or the maids, and even then
