chapter 39

Isadora's POV

I sat in the guest house, my mind still buzzing with the tumultuous events of the day. I tried to lose myself in a book titled "I Reject You," but my focus shattered when I heard a knock on the door. Irritation washed over me as I saw Adrian's face on the other side.

"What do you want?" I asked, my tone less than welcoming.

Adrian seemed unfazed by my cold reception. "Isadora, King Leonidas has made a dinner reservation for the two of you at the finest restaurant in the North."

I raised an eyebrow, suspicious of the sudden change. "And why is he making reservations for me?"

Adrian held out a designer dress, clearly expensive and tailored to perfection. "He also sent this for you. It's for the dinner. You'll need something this special."

I glanced at the dress, not entirely interested in fancy attire. "I'm not interested in the dress or the dinner. What's his game here?"

Adrian's tone was calm, almost persuasive. "Isadora, King Leonidas genuinely wants to make amends. He