*Maddy*

I follow Isaac through the castle. It’s busier than usual–maids fluttering about and weaving in and out of random doors–but Isaac is hyper-focused on something, and I have to refrain from pulling him to a stop to ask where exactly he’s taking me. When he pulls me into his bedroom, I freeze, my heart coming to an abrupt stop.

“Why are we–”

“Here,” he says with a boyish gleam in his eyes, tossing me a sweater to wear over my sleeveless dress. “I ...