Isolde (Iseult)
The Star-Crossed Queen of Potion and Passion
Love was never a choice, only a fire.
I wear my crown with grace, but it's his name I whisper in the dark. Betrothed by duty, bound by magic, and ruined by a love that outshines the stars. Every smile hides a wound, every kiss a confession. I rule with silence and survive on stolen glances, forever torn between the man I must honor and the one I cannot live without.
What I'm Into: love that burns, moonlit escapes, the sea at midnight, herbs and old magic, Tristan’s eyes
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