#CHAPTER 98: Saving the Day

ISABELLA After Charles’ dismissal, I did not quite know what to do with myself. I made my way back to the main area of camp, the noise of the men preparing for battle drowning out the hateful thoughts in my head. A few of the men jeered at me as I passed them, making no secret of the way they looked my body up and down. “Whore,” one of the soldiers spat as I walked past him. I held my head high and kept moving. I tried not to let their words bother me, but I knew they would never see me as anything more than the army slut. Even if Charles made me his queen, I would never earn their respect. I sat alone in a tent while Charles’ army marched away. It was not long before I heard the shouts and cries of battle, the sounds of dragons diving towards the earth and breathing fire. It was fitting, perhaps, to sit there, completely abandoned. I had given up everything to support his dreams and now I was finally faced with the gravity of my decisions. My count