Isolde wandered through the halls of the keep, her “protector” trailing behind her, a constant shadow. He was not a guardian, not really. More of a watchful jailer, a reminder of her captivity in Rendallia. She’d been excited when she’d first come here with William, free of her father’s control. Yes, she’d been scared, suddenly married off to someone who was, essentially, a stranger. But he wasn’t. Not …
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