Evans pov
I looked at the man in awe. He was tall, handsome and most of all he was wearing the clothes made of finest silk. He was not looking less than any character in the fairytale books with his fair skin, golden hair and sharp features.
He was standing like a proud man there but his voice was very calm and humble. His eyes were soft and there was a smile on his lips all the time. He was completely in contrast with the woman who had become his mistress.
But when the man looked at me his smile flattered and his face turned into disgust. Well, I was sure that I was looking very unkempt with the dirt all over my body.
