The Propriety Of A Betrothed

Isolde tightened her grip on the wrapped bundle of medicinal herbs, letting the magical heat of the jade stone anchor her against the biting winter air. Her lips curved into a slow, wry smile at Fabian’s crude insult. Unbothered by his fragile attempt to diminish the prince’s unexpected gift, she met his toxic glare with razor-sharp sarcasm.

"Well said, Lord Fabian," she purred, her voice drippin