The marks on Isabelle's wrists from being tied yesterday hadn’t fully faded, and now, with William gripping her so tightly, the pain made her inhale sharply.
She couldn’t help but wonder—why wasn’t the person who arrived the Crown Prince? She had only lowered her head for a few seconds, and the chance to see him had vanished.
And then there was William’s question, a question she couldn’t seem to answer.
He could never understand her struggles or the corner she had been forced into.
Isabelle frowned, dodging his question. “You’re hurting me!” she exclaimed.
She glanced around quickly, scanning for any sign of the Crown Prince, but there was no one—only this mad man.
William was the only one who might know where the Crown Prince was.
Isabelle tried to stay calm, softening her tone.
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