ISOLDE
The heavy door shut behind me with a deep thud. I dragged the end of my honey-gold royal gown across the marble floor, my heart pounding as I lifted my chin. Thank the goddess, he was alone. No wives. No Luna draped across his lap.
Rowan didn’t even look up. His hand moved steadily over the scroll on his desk, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the paper like it was more important than air itself. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, but I didn’t rush to break it.
Instead, I watched him.
His face was still that cruelly beautiful one I had married, it was sharp, unreadable, carved by control. His hair looked darker now, blacker than night, and his lips... goddess, those lips still carried that silent authority that once made my knees weak. I hated myself for st
