shadowoftheheart
Dweller in Darkness
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"My Queen," Fiona spoke up, with surprising boldness, "Isabelle is sick with worry. And she is sick from the schedule her father has forced upon her. She is afraid that she is ill, and it is making her ill."
Isabelle smiled at her servent, taking her hand firmly. She looked back to her mother.
"It ... it is true, mother."
Isabelle smiled at her servent, taking her hand firmly. She looked back to her mother.
"It ... it is true, mother."