Chapter 85 – Daphne POV
I feel like those tragic commoners in melodramatic love stories—sneaking into a maiden's chamber under the cover of moonlight.
Only I'm not some peasant with nothing to lose.
I'm a damn concubine climbing a stone wall because I can't stop thinking about a woman I definitely shouldn't be thinking about.
I slip past the guards with ease. Truly, for men tasked with guarding a dukedom, they are embarrassingly bad at it.
Metal armor clinks every time they breathe.
And the torch lighting? Don't even get me started.
I scale the side wall like a thief, cloak rustling in the breeze. The wind's against me, but muscle memory does most of the work. Turns out when you've been slipping in and out of alley fights for years, climbing a decorative stone arch feels like stretching before a warm-up.
The balcony is quiet.
Lit faintly by moonlight. No sound but the distant hush of trees and my own heartbeat.
The door is unlocked.
