ISSABELLE'S POV
As I lie motionless on the cold, hard floor of the cell, I hear the heavy wooden door creak open, followed by the sound of heavy boots echoing down the corridor. My pulse quickens, adrenaline surging through my veins. The guards are coming for me.
I had hoped that some miracle might happen before today, but now, as the guards approach, I know that hope is fading fast. I don't have the strength to fight them off, to defend myself against their cruelty. The exhaustion and hunger that has settled in my bones is overwhelming, making even the act of shifting my body feel impossible.
So this is how it ends, I think bitterly. Alone and without ever having found my family. Princess Charlotte has won, her web of deceit have ensnared me. But at least I can take solace in the fact
