After her meeting with the prince, she made her way back to her room, her body ached as she followed behind Jasper. As Isolde walked, she couldn't shake the feeling of the prince's touch, Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more tumultuous than the last. She felt a strange mixture of exhilaration and dread, her heart still pounding from the encounter.
"He has that effect on people." Jasper's dry observation cut through Isolde's swirling thoughts. His knowing smirk told her he wasn't just speaking about the Prince's physical presence.
Her eyes snapped up in his direction, she wondered if he could read her thoughts. Isolde's face flushed pink as she averted her eyes, "What do you mean by that?"
He chuckled, the sound soft and unreadable, "That ring, what he gave you. It's not just for the task, it's a symbol, a way for him to-"