The guards moved quickly at her command, their steps echoing through the silent halls of the palace as they hurried to the dungeons to fetch Alexander. Isabelle stood in her study, her hands trembling slightly as she waited. The decision had been made, but the anticipation of seeing him again, of facing him after everything that had happened, was almost too much to bear.
Phoenix stayed with her, a steady presence at her side, his hand resting lightly on her back. His touch was reassuring, a silent reminder that she wasn't alone in this. But even with his support, her heart raced in her chest, her nerves on edge.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. She paced back and forth, unable to sit still, her mind racing with thoughts of what she would say when she saw him again. Would he be angry? Resigned? Would he understand her decision?
