Isabeau
The stone walls of my quarters are the only world I have known for years—a silent, suffocating tomb for the "cursed" tenth concubine. While others bask in the King’s favor, I am banished to the shadows, hidden for hair like winter frost and eyes the color of a frozen sky. They whisper that I am an omen, a blight, and for a long time, I believed them. But even a shadow yearns for the light. When the night of the Great Gala arrives, I do not wait for an invitation that will never come. With a sympathetic maid’s help, I drape myself in gown the color of faded periwinkle and slip past the guards. I intend only to watch, but as I step into the ballroom’s golden glow, the music falters. Every eye turns to me, fear and wonder warring in the court. Then, there is he is: King Lucius. For the first time, his eyes meet mine, and in that gaze, the carefully constructed lies of the Queen begin to shatter.
About Isabeau
The stone walls of my quarters are the only world I have known for years—a silent, suffocating tomb for the "cursed" tenth concubine. While others bask in the King’s favor, I am banished to the shadows, hidden for hair like winter frost and eyes the color of a frozen sky. They whisper that I am an omen, a blight, and for a long time, I believed ...Read more