Chapter 392 Rejecting the Hereditary Title

Isolde had so many words left unsaid. A thousand things she wished to tell him, but none he would ever hear. She traced his brow with delicate fingers, as if trying to commit every detail to memory, as if by doing so, she could etch his face into her bones, ensuring she would never forget him. At last, she pulled out the letter he had left for her. Hands trembling, she unfolded it and began to read.