He was doomed— utterly doomed, thought Isaac.
From that day on, Morpheus had ordered him to remain by Arabella's side at all times, serving as her attendant. It was supposed to be a simple duty— fetching water, cleaning, arranging meals —but being near her day after day felt less like work and more like something he was made to do, as if it had been ingrained to me how much of an honor it was for him to be able to stand here and serve her.
While he stayed beside her, Isaac noted a few things other than her preference in cold water and food.
In particular was how Arabella was unlike anyone he had ever met.
