A Door Barred To Rogues

Isolde’s lips twisted into a sharp, wry smile as she stared down at the kneeling, desperate maid. "Should I thank you for your profound concern?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Unfazed by the threat to her already ruined reputation within the estate, she met Tilda’s self-righteous, panicked glare with a terrifying, wintery resolve. Isolde knew perfectly well how the political mechanic