Third Person’s POV
Zeldoris carried Isabelle to the guest room and gently lay her on his soft bed. She was conscious and was staring back at him as he did to her. He gently swiped away the strands of hair that covered her face. His hands brushed against the softness of her cheeks.
“Z...” Isabelle whispered as she capture his hand with hers and leaned to it. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of its warmth.
“Yes, it’s me love. Tell me it’s not a dream. I can’t believe you’re alive...”
“It isn’t... I am Isabelle. Your Isabelle. And you are my love... Z...” she replied. She saw how his face brightened up.
“You remember me now?”
“Yes... I remember you.”
“But why did you deny me earlier? I really thought you wer
