I stood, crossing to stand in front of her, enraged by the future her words painted. “I am no servant. You may have accepted your fate, Isolde, but I will do no such thing! I am a priestess of Avalon, and I will not pretend to worship their god. I will demand the respect I deserve as an equal to their daughter in all things.” My face was hot, blood boiling. “I may not have come here under my own volition, but that does not mean I will relinquish control of my life.”
To my great annoyance, Isolde smirked. “To whom will you protest? Your father? He sent you here, believing it best for you. To Avalon? They have no say in matters of family. Your life is not being threatened. You are not being harmed.” She shook her head, exasperated. “You are missing my point. You do not fight them—that is wh
