593 Poverty In The Winter Court

Riding behind Aldric, Islinda's attention was keenly focused on him, observing his every movement. When he abruptly pulled on a cloak, obscuring his face from view with the hood, a ripple of curiosity coursed through Islinda, leaving her wondering about his intentions.

In the next moment, a sense of urgency permeated the air as Aldric swiftly issued instructions, prompting a flurry of activity among the entourage. Islinda watched with growing intrigue as Aldric led them down a different path, veering away from the familiar route that would have taken them directly to the Winter court palace.

Islinda felt a surge of frustration as she watched Elena swoop in to intercept her intended conversation with Aldric, her irritation evident in the low growl that escaped her throat. The constant presence of the Fae princess at Aldric's side grated on Islinda's nerves, leaving her feeling sidelined and ignored.