Being called a whore was nothing compared to the failure of losing a herd member. Not even just a herd member, but a precious child she vowed to protect. Not just one child, but two. One was ever her own! Her past fling was haunting her, mocking her, as Cullen and his General stole them. Ernesto had been a king character, his Spanish accent alluring to a young impressionable mare seeking attention. Ysabel sought to fill an empty hole in her heart that Isabel might bring, but instead, she had created something new entirely. A place that now held Askold in it.

Ernesto had not come when she tried to introduce him to his daughter. She didn't know why, but she never saw the stallion again after their romp in the Lagoon. She thought Isabel would never know her father, but now she was sucked into the life of those stallions. If anything good could come out of this maybe she would finally get to meet her sire and get some questions answered. Sigurdr on the other hand...it was looking grimmer for the boy. As far as she knew, Cullen was no longer a friend to Bjorn. Though Isabel's fate could be earth-shattering for her, Ysabel would never let it go that far. Once Bjorn was back she would go with him to save the children.

She was unable to sleep between the pain of her injuries, the guilt, and the images of Osiris. Every time she lies awake her heart is full of guilt that beats her down. Every time her eyes close she sees the images of the mighty Osiris being murdered by the two stallions that took her child and Bjorn's heir. Besides her heart opening to the mare Siobhan, she has avoided everyone else while keeping Askold and Elerona close. She tries her best to hide her anxieties from the two foals she did manage to save, but they had seen everything. She was afraid of what the violence may do to Askold and how Elerona would deal with it all.

Ysabel lays on the outskirts of the jungle where the two foals were curled up together in some tall grass. She watched the surroundings around them like a hawk watching for its prey, but she spots something unique on this night. A gasp leaves her soft lips as Bjorn emerges from the dark waves and drags himself onto the shore. She was shocked at what she saw, but she could not hear his words from where she was. Ysabel rises to her hooves and limps slowly towards him. She doesn't make a sound until nears, nickering gently in a soft melody to soothe his own pains. She knows Bjorn is not well.

Ysabel nears the shore and collapses beside her Icelandic King. Her neck wraps gently around him as tears roll down her pale cheeks. "I'm sorry." She whispers. "I tried everything to save them, but..." She had to tell him. There was no way she could hide this. "Sigurdr and Isabel are gone, taken by the Lagoon."