Sirius Black was a festering wound. A parasite lodged underneath her skin. He needed to be removed no matter how unpleasant. She was younger, stupid, and full of rage, self-loathing, and self-pity. It took Azkaban to break her.

Isolde is not yet sixteen when tragedy strikes. Facing fifteen years of deadly service to an empire she hates, she must seek friendship where she can. Enter Tristan: suddenly life, never simple, takes a whole new turn...