I followed the Dowager Duchess Annelise down the hallway with a mixture of hope and apprehension fluttering in my chest. Alaric had suggested she might wish to apologize for her previous coldness toward me, and while I wasn't entirely convinced, I was willing to give her the chance. My hand instinctively went to my belly, drawing comfort from the small life growing within me.
"In here, Isabella," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle as she opened the door to a small sitting room.
I entered, taking a seat across from her as she settled herself with practiced grace. The room felt smaller with her presence—commanding even in her advanced years.
"Thank you for agreeing to speak with me privately," she began, smoothing her immaculate skirts. "I realize our relationship has been... less than warm."
"That's one way of putting it," I replied carefully, keeping my tone respectful despite the understatement.
