Isabelle's POV

Unable to sit still and simply wait, I called Camille. I needed to talk to someone, and my cousin was the only person I trusted enough to talk about this. At some point, Marcus Aurelius's death would become public knowledge, but for now, only the family knew. I needed to talk to someone who truly knew me, someone I could trust without having to measure every word.

My cousin answered quickly. The past few days had left her constantly on alert.

"Isa? Did something happen?"

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