Isabella's heartache threatened to envelop her like an ominous cloud, casting a pall over her spirit. The relentless whispers of despair circled her thoughts, ever since the malicious words written on the letter were read she had been slammed with the reality of all the hardship she had faced due to that family's existence. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, had dimmed, and her laughter had grown silent. The promise of a happy future felt uncertain, slipping away like sand through her fingers.
She sat in the quiet of her chambers, contemplating the recent turmoil in her life, while Casmir was busy with the intricate preparations for their impending war against Arcoi. Isabella's mind was a tempest of emotions, battling between sorrow, anger, and a sense of worthlessness.
She realized that everyone was counting on her to hold on and overcome the dark thoughts and feelings that circled her like vultures would corpses.
