EVE

A New Day

Queen Isolde had asked me to fetch her tea from the royal kitchen. She never knew that most of her food was prepared there, that it came from the same place the wolves served the rest of the palace. She believed it was brought specially, only for her but that was better. Safer.

I never complained. I would fetch her tea a thousand times if it meant being near her.

I adored her. Not only for her beauty, not only for her crown, but for the way she carried her pain.

She had ...