Isabella’s POV

“I won’t be able to visit you tomorrow,” I told my father in a low, regretful whisper. 

Silence greeted me. 

Always, just silence.

The wing where they had placed him here was far enough away from the West Courtyard, where the Ball would be held, that not even the sounds of the final preparations dared to intrude on the quiet.

I glared in resentment at the ...