ISABEL
"PROTECT THE KING!"
Thomas's command echoed through the freezing air. More guards stormed into the courtyard, their boots trampling the stone floor, but Maxwell's men were stronger. Swords clashed with a deafening screech, and within seconds, the entire courtyard was wrecked by the chaos of war.
This was not at all how I had envisioned my wedding day to be.
"Wife." Harry was still holding me tightly against his chest. I forced my eyes up to look at him. He was wearing a sad, heartbreaking smile. "I want to get you out of here."
I shook my head weakly. I was far too exhausted to move, but more than that, I could never leave this place without him. "Are you coming with me?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"No, my love. I have to see this to the very end."
My pale, trembling hand reached toward his cheek. My fingers shook, and my arm began to fall, but he caught my hand instantly, his brow furrowed with deep worry.
