Chapter 280

Isotta approached a few moments later, her posture rigid, exuding an aura of flawless beauty. Her dark hair was braided over one shoulder, speckled with tiny crystals that mirrored the gleam of fresh snow. Her form-fitting dress cascaded down to the floor in waves of icy satin, trailing like a shimmering frost. The chill surrounding Isotta was unlike the High Lady’s summoned storm—it was something deeper, an unfeeling cold born from whatever frozen depths guarded her soul. She turned her attention to Leonardo, ignoring me entirely as she reached out to touch his shoulder.