Chapter 77 – Evelyne POV
She looks out the window as the carriage rolls through the trees, and I—I am dying beside her.
Of course, I don't show it. I'm better at hiding it now.
But Lady Daphne—
Haa.
As a noble lady, she's... fine. Normal. Sweet enough. Still cute.
But like this?
Dressed in loose men's riding clothes, her posture relaxed, hair tied back, skin flushed from exertion—she looks like a slender, long-limbed man with a quiet kind of danger. But heavens, it is devastating for my heart.
The first time I saw her like this, I genuinely couldn't breathe.
No—literally. I passed out.
Collapsed right in the corridor like some frail heroine from a trashy romance novel. The whole castle panicked. The physician was summoned. I blamed it on nerves, heat, maybe skipped meals.
But it was her. It was her and her devil-magic and that ridiculous half-buttoned shirt.
I don't know what kind of sorcery this is.
What kind of temptation.
