ISSABELLE'S POV
Two massive guards forcefully drag me and yet again through the cold, dimly lit corridors of the castle. I struggle against their firm grip, my voice filled with defiance.
"Where are you taking me?" I demand, my tone laced with frustration. "I already told your queen I don't know anything!"
The guards remain silent, their expressions stoic and unmoving as they continue to drag me forward.
I brace myself as we reach heavy double doors. The guards push them open, revealing the familiar sight of the throne room.The guards urge me forward, and I step into the grandeur of the room my eyes darting around. To my surprise, it is not the queen who stands near the throne but Prince Hayden himself. His face is etched with what I can only describe as disgust and I can't help but w
