ISOLDE
Knock. Knock.
“Yes, come in.”
The door clicked open, and Marie slipped in, bowing her head.
“Your Highness, you have a visitor.”
I shifted on the bed, curiosity rising. “Do you know who it is?”
She nodded. “Your sister. She said she’s your sister.”
I shot to my feet. “Elsa? Where is she?” The words tumbled out too quickly, my feet already carrying me toward the door. I forgot Marie was even there, forgot everything... because it had been years since I’d last seen her. My chest warmed just at the thought of her face.
But before I could reach the door, it swung open.
Arianna walked in, draped in a blinking light-purple royal dress, the kind meant to blind the eyes and remind you of your place. Eve followed, carrying golden beads and heavy jewelry clinking with every step. For
