Malrik POV
Ysolde’s tears fell freely, her grief spilling out like a wound torn open anew. The memory carved through her with a merciless edge, leaving her voice fragile and trembling as she forced the words past her lips.
“All they needed to do was give her time,” she whispered, her throat tightening, every syllable choked with sorrow. “If they had just waited let her calm down it never would have happened. She would have come back to herself. It wouldn’t have happened again.”
Her shoulders quaked beneath the weight of the confession, sobs threatening to consume her. “But they didn’t.”
I said nothing, letting the silence cradle her as she unraveled.
“They fought against the compulsion,” she pressed on, bitterness hardening her tone. “They refused to yield that night. And Rhydian… Rhy
