(Izara’s POV)
Everything had turned for the worse.
Archer had discovered who the real Izabella was. And now, the man I loved more than anything… was utterly heartbroken.
His trust was shattered. And the worst part? I couldn’t blame him.
“I’m so sorry, Princess,” Izabella pleaded, her eyes filled with tears and panic. “I didn’t know Father was taking me to him. I didn’t know what to do, and I-”
I placed a gentle hand on her trembling shoulder and gave her a small, understanding smile.
“It’s alright. I understand,” I said quietly. “You were under pressure because of me. For that, I truly apologize.”
“No.” She shook her head fiercely, guilt rising in her voice. “It was my duty to reveal my identity. I should have done it sooner. I should’ve stayed out of the way entirely.”
“You did w
