Isabella Hawthorne
He stood framed in the doorway, the moonlight streaming in from the balcony illuminating his sharp features.
"Isabella," he said, his voice a low rumble that echoed softly in the room. "May I have a word?"
Ashley cleared her throat, her eyes narrowing a bit. "Of course, Your Majesty," she said, her voice polite yet firm. "But she's been through a great deal tonight. Perhaps later – "
"It's alright, Ashley," I interjected, a wave of exhaustion washing over me. "I can talk."
As much as I yearned for the comfort of seclusion, a part of me needed to understand what had transpired, what Eirik's presence meant in the aftermath of this nightmare. Besides, the tension radiating off him was palpable.
Eirik entered the room, his steps silent on the plush carpet.
A tense s
