Chapter 73 Threatening The King

• ISOLDE
• The heavy door shut behind me with a deep thud. I dragged the end of my honey-gold royal gown across the marble floor, my heart pounding as I lifted my chin. Thank the goddess, he was alone. No wives. No Luna draped across his lap.
• Rowan didn’t even look up. His hand moved steadily over the scroll on his desk, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the paper like it was more important than air itself. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, but I didn’t rush to break it.