#CHAPTER 110: Taming the Shrew

THIRD PERSON POV Isabelle’s mind raced furiously as she stormed through the palace, aimless, purposeless. All she knew was that she couldn’t be around her father a moment longer, not when he was saying such things to her. The fact that he dared to prioritize Maeve over his own daughter—it was unfathomable. The ultimate betrayal. Before long, her feet led her down a blurred hallway to a seemingly random door that she was quick to throw open, disregarding anyone else who might’ve been inside. Thankfully, the room—someone’s private study—appeared to be empty. Not a soul in sight, or even a sign that it was in the middle of being used. If her father was going to spout his nonsense in the garden, then she’d rather be in a place where he wouldn’t find her. For the time being, this study was Isabelle’s solace. “It’s not fair!” she hissed under her breath, throwing herself into the desk chair and burying her face in her arms. Frustrated tears streamed down her face as