FINNIAN

The documents on my table piled onto one another. The lines of ink ran like restless rivers, but my mind wasn’t here. It was with her.

Isolde.

Every time she was near, something inside me loosened... something I didn’t even know had been chained.

She filled the hollow spaces I’d carried for too long, made me feel whole in a way that angered me because it wasn’t mine to feel. She belonged to him.

My brother. The king. His wife. His queen.

Yet the pull was there, ...