ISOLDE
Knock. Knock.
I glanced up from where I sat and answered softly, “Come in.”
Marie stepped inside with Eve, both of them carrying trays stacked with fruit: bananas, sliced watermelon, pineapple, dates… and a few I didn’t even recognize. The colors were bright, the scent sweet and heavy in the air.
I blinked at the sight. “What happened? I wasn’t hosting a festival. This was only for Elsa.” I shifted, brushing my brown hair back from my face with one hand.
Marie bowed slightly, her eyes calm. “Your Highness, it was the King’s order to serve you this way.”
My heart kicked at the mention of Rowan, but I forced my face to stay unreadable. Still, I nodded. “Drop it, then.”
They moved to the table and set the trays down with care. The fruit looked too perfect almost tempting enough
