Isabeau's POVMy heart races in my chest as I find myself pinned against the cold, unforgiving marble wall of King Stellan's bedroom. My eyes widen in sheer terror as I stare into the chilling gaze of the mysterious man before me. His eyes are glowing with an eerie light, sending shivers down my spine. I desperately open my mouth to scream, but his large hand forcefully covers my mouth, turning my cries into muffled grunts.Panic surges through me as I struggle against his unyielding hold. I push, kick, and fight with every ounce of strength I can muster, but it's futile. His grip is unbreakable and his strength feels overpowering. A sinking realization washes over me—I am utterly helpless against this strange man.Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he releases his grip over my mouth, allowing me to gasp for precious air. Fear and anger mingle in my voice as I muster the strength to demand."Who are you?…and where is King Stellan?"Much to my displeasure, instead of answering
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