Chapter Thirty
Isabelle’s Point Of View I went to bed that night on edge. I barely slept because I was so afraid that the woman would come back and do something. When the sun rose, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to make it through the day. My father seemed on edge at breakfast as well. He drew his dagger from his side every time someone began to walk into the room. “Just when I thought things were going to be okay,” I sighed, playing with my eggs. “Things will be okay. Once we figure out who this person is, things will return back to normal.” “What normal? You constantly yelling at me for the most ridiculous things?” He sighed. “I thought we were past that.” “We are. I just don’t know what our normal would be is all.” “Whatever feels right.” “Your majesty, Olivia is requesting to see you,” on
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