FINNIANRowan’s eyes locked on me, sharp and cold, like he was trying to read the fire behind mine. He gently let go of Isolde’s hand, his voice slicing the air, “You’re not. She will choose herself.”I stared at him, disbelief and challenge mixing in my chest. His jaw was set, his eyes were burning, and I knew there wasn’t a word I could say to change his mind.“Rowan-” Isolde whispered, her hand clutching her dress, her voice trembling in the shadows of the courtroom.“Choose and stop wasting our time,” Velin snapped, her tone was impatient, sharp as broken glass. She didn’t even blink at the trap she was trying to force her into.“Don’t choose, your Highness… Please, have mercy on him,” a trembling voice pleaded from the other side. One of James’s elders, knees nearly bending under fear, spoke again.Rowan’s lips pressed into a hard line, and Arthur’s voice cut in, calm but deliberate, “ Queen Isolde, don’t let them force you. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”“Mind your bu
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