Isolde."I like the idea of this fruit dinner, you know?" Draco leaned in close enough to Isolde and whispered, beaming at her.She held some berries close to her lips when Draco said that. Isolde chuckled, plucking the berries into her mouth."I guess I borrowed it from my father," she said, her eyes glimmering.High Elder Takoda, who was closest to them, heard them discussing and chimed in. "Aye, my lord. It's a nice treat, I agree," he flicked his gaze over at Isolde, then. "I've never seen anyone outside the Abbots organize the fruit dinner."Isolde's brow rose at his words. The candles reflected over her face. "Abbots?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. She could feel the wheels turning in her head.This time, it was Draco who responded. His scar seemed to have an ominous look to it this evening, but Isolde loved it nonetheless. Instinctively, she raised her gloved hand to his face, touching the jagged skin that marred Draco's face.Her chest clenched tight with need. If only she co
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