The Price of Loyalty

**Third-Person POV**

Isolde could sense that she was being followed. She had seen the person's shadow before she had heard the footsteps behind her. She shook her head at the pitiful attempt of this person to spy on her. Besides the fact that it was simply pathetic; the person was not discrete at all.

Isolde turned down an alleyway and stopped in front of a small hut. At least that is what it look