A Dark Scheme

The sun rose over the secluded hideout within the Arcoi kingdom, casting a pale, uncertain light into the room. Isabella sat with Adrian, her mind still restless and frustrated from the revelations of the previous day.

As the new day began, Alexander returned from a clandestine meeting with Casmir, his expression filled with bitter resentment. "Casmir demands to see you," he said, his voice low and tense. "I warned him that we've shown you the truth, but he still insists. He's demanding a meeting no later than tomorrow."

"I never had any objections to go back to him." Isabella's eyes flicked at Alexander in annoyance. "You are the one that took me from my home, thinking that these small insignificant things would sway me from my devotion to Casmir."

"Then please help yourself to this." Alexander threw a small stack of papers across the small dining table.

"What is this?" Isabella crossed her arms uninterested in his answer.