Isolde swallowed hard. She hadn't come this far to be dismissed so easily. And yet, under Lucivar's gaze, she felt like a reckless girl again.
"Go home, Isolde. Now. Or celebrate on the other side of the barricade with the rest of the people," Lucivar commanded.
Isolde got to her feet slowly. She bowed slightly, her movements controlled, her mask of courtesy flawless. But under that mask, her entire body simmered with anger and jealousy that she refused to show to Lord Lucivar. She turned and walked away.
The queen clearly had him wrapped around his finger too, Isolde thought bitterly, glaring at Luna from afar. Luna with her radiant smile, Damien's gaze never straying far from her.
How was she, Isolde, supposed to take her rightful place beside Damien if she couldn't even be allowed to breathe the same air as him? She refused to be invisible, refused to fade into the background while Luna basked in love that should have been hers.
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