Chapter 57
- ISABELLE'S POV
- When I finally stirred awake, I felt like I was floating in a cloud, the golden rays of morning light filtering through the luxurious fabric of my tent.
- I ran my hands through my tangled hair as I sat up on the bed. My maid, who had arrived with the main convoy yesterday, walked in and started bustling about the tent and opening my huge boxes, and in no time started preparing my attire for the day.