Bianca
Three days.
It had been three days since I’d seen Isaac flirting with Vera in the gardens, and my heart still ached as if the betrayal had happened mere moments ago.
I lay in my bed, staring up at the ornate ceiling, watching the shadows dance across the plaster as the sun began to set beyond my curtained windows. It was a good thing these bedchambers were so large and beautiful, because I’d spent most of my time in here for the past three days, claiming that my feet hurt from the pregnancy when I really just didn’t want to face Isaac.
Dammit, I shouldn’t have felt this way. Isaac wasn’t really my husband-to-be—not in a single way that mattered, anyway. Our arrangement was purely contractual, and it was my idea for it to be like this. I needed protection, and he nee
