ISABEL POV

As tears streamed down my cheeks, I navigated the bustling streets of Tarrenhall in Wolfshade, each step weighed down by the burden of humiliation. This was not the life I had envisioned for myself; my father would have never allowed me to endure such degradation. It was, without a doubt, the lowest point of my existence.

The sight of Alaric kissing Theodrin turned my stomach, serving as a stark reminder of the betrayal I had experienced. Alaric and Renata had initially appeared as a beacon of hope, promising reassurance and support upon our arrival in Wolfshade. Yet, their actions had proven to be nothing but deceitful. What had...