Chapter 12

Isabeau's POV

At first, I assumed it was a dream. The tapping on my face felt faint and gentle, so I continued to sleep.

But the tapping still continues, becoming a little more insistent now.

Finally, I slowly awaken from my slumber, my eyes flutter open, only to be met with a startling sight.

Perched on top of me is a vision of possibly the most beautiful child I have ever seen, smiling warmly at me. I blink, my mind still foggy with sleep, wondering if I'm caught in the midst of a dream. But the child's presence feels real, tangible.

"Are you fully awake now?" the child playfully asks, tapping my cheek once again. I flinch at the touch, feeling the slight sting against my skin. It must mean I am truly awake.

I take a moment to observe the child more closely. Fiery red hair, cascading in gorgeous waves, frames a face that is both delicate and beautiful. His eyes, crimson and captivating, hold a familiarity that tugs at my memory. Who is this child? And how did he come to be in my roo