After a few hours in the library a chamber maid escorted Isolde to the royal stables, once inside Mrs. Finch ushered her into a nearby dressing room, "Come we need to get you ready, Madam du Val is a stickler for being on time."
Isolde nodded, her skin still humming with the effects of the dragon's blood. She felt light as she moved, every step infused with energy. Mrs. Finch helped her into a riding habit—dark green wool with gold embroidery, practical yet elegant. A pair of tall boots were pulled over her stockings, the leather smooth against her skin. The last piece was a hat with a short veil, designed to stay in place during the ride. Isolde turned to look at herself in the mirror, the unfamiliar outfit making her feel both strange and powerful. She brushed her fingers over the embroidery at her cuff, the golden threads catching the light. "You look every inch the Lady,"
Isolde bit back a frown, "Isn't this a bit too much for a lesson?"
