ISSABELLE'S POV
The guards drag us through dimly lit halls of the castle, taking us to God knows where.
"Please listen to us! We loved her! We would never harm her!" Mandy's voice echo through the corridor, her cries for pity growing louder.
She fights against the guards grip, her voice filled with desperation but the guards remain stoic, their allegiance to the crown overshadowing any sense of compassion. It is clear that our words alone will not save us.
We are dragged further into the castle's depths, and into an opulent room adorned with rich golden furnishing.
My heart pounds in my chest as I catch sight of the queen seated upon her majestic throne. She is alone since the king's throne beside hers is empty.
The guards forces us down to our knees before her. She surveys us with
