CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next morning, Niko sat next to Isabel on a settee in the king’s private drawing room. His father, wearing his typical suit and tie, stood across from them. A stern expression was on his face as he considered their request.
The silence increased Niko’s discomfort level. He would rather be elsewhere, but he didn’t want Isabel to go through this alone. She deserved his support for what she was willing to do for him and Vernonia.
Isabel rested her clasped hands on her lap. She wore a teal skirt and matching jacket. The heels on her shoes weren’t as high as last night, making it easier for her to walk. She looked like a princess in the outfit.
The dark circles beneath her eyes belied her appearance. Those, however, were the only clue anything was wrong. He’d still place h
