"Impossible...." Islinda breathed, as she stood at the balcony and stared at the outside world.
Since her arrival in this place, Islinda had been hidden away in her room sulking, and the one time she had left the place had been at night, hence didn’t see much. But in the light of day, this world was completely different from what she knew.
The fortified structure made of stone sprawled across acres of green land. The grounds were framed by woods, stretching so far that she could barely see the distant line of the forest. More like it was hidden away in an enchanted glade, shrouded in mist.
Aldric was not wrong in calling it a castle with its several feet thick stone walls, so smooth that Islinda knew it would be impossible to climb. Not that she wouldn’t give it a try given the opportunity. However, unlike the human castle she had seen, there was no drawbridge or portcullis, but rather wrought metal gates, positively not made of iron, locked up the place tight.
However, there were still slits in the walls that would enable soldiers to fire arrows or other missiles at attackers except there wasn’t a single soldier aside from Issac and the castle was as quiet as a graveyard. For once, Aldric did something right by having Issac give her a tour of the place else she could go missing for hours and no one would even know.
Nonetheless, it was a place of otherworldly beauty, with fairytale spires and turrets that seem to glow with an ethereal light. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and crystal windows that reflect the sun’s rays in rainbow patterns. Unlike the human realm, the Fae realm seems heightened with so much color, sunlight, and texture. It looked perfect.
However, Islinda knew this place was far from perfection. It was merely their wretched magic hiding the brutal nature of the Fae. All that glittered wasn’t gold.
Which was why when Issac came up beside her, she asked him instantly, "Why did Aldric go to see the king?"
"This is the servant quarters, Aurelia wouldn’t think of us coming here first when there are many other finer places in the castle to explore." He said with no further answer.
Islinda folded her arms across her chest and stared straight at him,
"You still haven’t answered my question."
Issac lifted a brow, then stood straighter so he towered over her, saying, "Just because I answered your question previously doesn’t mean I’m a snitch. I know my limits."
Islinda face-palm, groaning exasperatedly. So much for thinking she had gained an ally that would spill the truth. Not that she was ready to give up.
"Please," She begged him, almost close to taking his hands again, but didn’t, having learned her lesson from earlier.
"You don’t know how much this is driving me crazy. What if he’s gone back to fight Valerie?! What would I do?! Aw, come on! Please tell me something, Issac?" She gave him her finest puppy face, teary-eyed with her lips trembling.
A furrow crossed Issac’s face at the human’s ugly yet strangely compelling expression. It seems not only Maxi, but the prince has added another trouble to his plate. Just his luck.
He lifted his hand to pinch the space between his brows and expelled a long breath.
"Even I don’t know."
"Please...." More tears gathered in her eyes.
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