Chapter 94 – Crown Princess POV
Hmmm. Now whom might it be?
I'm curious about her lover. I saw the marks last night—delicate, reddish bruises blooming at the base of her neck and trailing lower, not even her thighs were exempt.
I almost didn't believe it. My sweet, rule-abiding little sister?
Clearly not the duke. The timing doesn't line up, and he has all the grace of an overeager farm boy. Evelyne would wither. So who?
A stablehand, maybe? A young knight? A visiting noble? My mind spins with the possibilities, and I admit—with more delight than I should—that I'm dying to know.
I set off to investigate.
The duchy is in a well-rehearsed state of controlled chaos. Servants bustle about preparing for my stay, terrified of offending someone royal. I let them fuss while I stroll the stone paths of the estate. The gardens are nice this time of year. A good place to spot secret rendezvous.
"Your Highness."
I pause mid-step.
