CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
PEARL
As the minutes ticked by, I found myself lost in a sea of thoughts.
Ivan’s erratic behavior, Arya’s veiled threats, and the looming wedding all swirled around in my mind, leaving me with a sense of disorientation.
Finally, there was a gentle knock on the door and Isabelle appeared with a glass of milk. She gave me a sympathetic smile as she handed it to me, but her eyes showed concern.
"You look pale," she said. "Is everything alright?"
I forced a weak smile as I sat up from the bed.
“Just a little tired..” I said as she handed over the glass of milk to me.
“Have it. Arya sent it..” she informed me as I shook my head slowly, drinking all the milk.
"Well, you've certainly had a week,"
Isabelle said, watching me drain the glass.
"I can't imagine how yo
