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His laugh broke into the quiet air, soft and breathless, but Isla heard the crack in it. The tears in his voice before she even noticed them slipping down his cheeks. The sight made her chest ache in a new way, one she hadn't yet known. It wasn't fear or sadness, but something that felt so much...

He’s not known for being particularly kind, no. But… he was to me, when I was a boy. I’ve one cousin. And there were… unsettling stories about him. Isla was quiet when Lynus explained his extended family in fewer words than she would have liked. She frowned slightly, brows furrowing while she...

Isla snorted a most unladylike snort before she could stop herself, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth with wide eyes. "Thirty-five?" She echoed, trying and failing, not to laugh. "Should we be divorcing then until I'm thirty-five, then? Just to set the example?" She grinned up at him...

Isla twirled gently, her skirt swishing softly under the lanterns as she eased back into Lynus's arms. Her fingers toyed with the edge of his collar as she looked up at him, softness in her eyes. A kind only reserved for him. "I never really thought of any other option," she said quietly...

Isla looked up at Lynus as his thumb traced along the line of her jaw, lip trembling despite her efforts to keep steady. "Don't..." She whispered, voice cracking slightly, "Don't get too sentimental with me, Lynus...I don't want to ruin the whole evening if I can't handle my emotions." She...

"Caerwyn..." Isla echoed again, letting it linger on her tongue. She smiled then, soft and real. "I really do love it." Her voice was tinged with wonder. "It suits us, you're right." And she kissed him when his lips finally met her mouth after peppering little kisses on the way. Bleugh Isla...

Relief flooded her veins. Isla exhaled. It wasn't just a breath, but something heavier. Something that had lived caged in her chest for months, clawing at her ribs, trying to get out. But as Lynus's lips brushed against her forehead, fingers gently threading into her hair, the tension vanished...

Isla's eyes darted between Brett and Lynus, warmth blooming in her cheeks as the boy stared at her belly with far too much sincerity. Her lips parted, but all that she managed to get out was, "I-" She stammered, blinking in surprise, and for a moment she looked as though she might cry. Not...

Isla's eyes flickered up toward Lynus the moment he approached her and cupped her cheek. She leaned into the kiss he pressed against her lips, fingers brushing lightly against the back of his hand. For a heartbeat, she didn't respond, she just studied the freshly cleaned up Lynus with a trimmed...

When his arms first circled around her, Isla didn't move. His touch was familiar, still grounding and warm, but her reflection in the mirror remained unchanged. Distant. Worn. And when his voice broke against her shoulder and he pressed his lips to her temple, her hand came up to his arm...

Isla should have followed after Lynus. That thought echoed long in Isla's mind after the cabin door shut behind him. She held Brett tightly as he wept in her arms, tears soaking through her dress, small body trembling with each breath until the boy cried himself to sleep. But Isla's gaze...

The silence in their cabin was unbearable. Brett's muffled cries just beyond their wall had faded into a dull rhythm of grief. She heard the small, sharp gasps like someone drowning quietly. Waves lapped hard against the hull outside, but Isla didn't pay them any mind. Her eyes were on Lynus...

Arryn's eyes slid shut and something inside Isla shattered so quietly, so completely, it made no sound at all. She couldn't hear Brett's screams anymore. Couldn't feel the ache in her knees from where she knelt in the grass. Couldn't taste the salt from her tears. All she could see was him...

In one short moment, the world fractured. In the distance, she could hear Brett screaming, begging Lynus to save Arryn, but the words were warped, muffled, as though she were submerged beneath the surface of a lake. The trees, the grass, the chaos of the fight had blurred at the edges...

Holding pressure to the bleeding wound in Arryn's chest was growing increasingly difficult when the man moved like a rabid dog. "W-what are you doing?" Her voice cracked as Arryn grabbed onto her wrist, his blood- soaked hand fumbling against her skin. "No...Arryn! No!" She tried to hold him...