Isabella's shoulders felt lighter than they had been since she had arrived in her cell. Alexander's appearance had been the little nudge she needed to keep it together and continue holding out for hope. She was even more thankful that he was willing to help her escape, a smudge of guilt soured her hope as she recalled all the hate and plotting she had done in an attempt to be his downfall. A thought kept gnawing on her mind, what if this was all a trap? But so what if it was, she didn't have any more options, her choices consisted of waiting for execution or escaping with Alexander.
A spark of rage kept her alert, she couldn't believe the depths of Casmir's betrayal, and it didn't even seem to affect him in the slightest. But she had learned the hard way that nothing came from revenge and plotting, except her own demise.
