Eve Of The Wedding

"Bernard thinks you have my eyes?" Jerrick inquired, his tone curious as he leaned in close to Isadora. His presence was overwhelming, a mix of authority and enigma.

Isadora instinctively took a step back, folding her arms defensively across her chest. "Probably, that was the reason Milady took me in," she replied, trying to maintain her composure under his intense gaze.

Jerrick's brows arched in amusement. "Then why did she take me in?" His question hung in the air, laden with a deeper meaning.

Isadora pouted thoughtfully, aware of the complex history. "Well…," she began, uncertain. She knew her lady had taken in the archduke when he was very young, a lost soul in need of guidance.

"She likes to pick up stray cubs," Jerrick said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.