#CHAPTER 95: The Invasion

CHARLES I thought I would barely sleep that night, but I slept like a baby. My dreams were filled with blood and dragonfire, a heavy reminder of the day to come. But for some reason, the images of violence did not make me concerned, rather, I was even more excited for the day ahead. I woke to the sound of trumpets–a call from our army, signaling us to wake. When I rolled over, I was reminded of another presence in my bed. Lady Isabella, curled into a small ball on the opposite side of the bed, nude from the night before but tastefully covered in sheets. Her hair fanned across the pillow, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Evidence of my teeth the night before could be seen in marks down the side of her neck. She was a welcome distraction, I had to admit. An incredibly loyal woman, a woman willing to do whatever I wanted in bed, who would go to the ends of the earth to take down Felix. She was exactly what I needed. But as the trumpet sounde