The next morning…
The Pendragon Mansion had a fraction of their number, lots of the servants, gardeners, cooks had been given an indefinite break, only told to appear when they were called upon.
Everyone thought the reason was because Arthur Pendragon and his wife were devastated by the death of their last child, no one actually knew it was because they wanted to hide their resurrected daughter.
Even though she came back with sharper facial features, long dark red hair, different eyes and the aura of an inhuman existence than a human, Isolde could still be recognized without proper precautionary acts.
Christine emerged from the kitchen with two glass cups filled with pomegranate juice. She found Isolde gazing at the garden beyond the floor-to-ceiling window in the dining room.
Sunlight pouring in through the glass embraced the young woman.
She stood there in a white shirt that clearly belonged to Godfrey, hair tied into a sleek high ponytail and looked lost in thought.
