A Royal Escort

Fabian’s temper flared the second the heavy iron gate slammed shut. The resounding bang echoed through the frozen courtyard, mocking him. He swung his fist, striking a rough pine tree outside Bleakmoor Garden. The impact scraped his knuckles bare against the bark, but the physical sting barely registered. His masculine pride had just been dealt a permanent, crippling blow by Isolde’s cold, dismiss