"That is enough, Bernard, you are scaring the girl." Damon finally spoke as if he wanted to lower her gaze. And she did. The moment he spoke with such power and authority, she felt it hard to keep staring at him.
The man had changed somehow. His aura had been so strong in just a day.
"I am sure the young girl never had the intention to reach the unreachable. One could not be this delusional. Could they?" Olivla held her dress tightly when they all laughed at once.
Surely, Damon was right. She never had the desire to be the duchess! She had never even thought about it either in this life or in her past life. But the time before Oriana got married, it felt so distant, so fading! It was two lifetimes away. She could not remember it no matter how hard she tried.
"Surely not! But there is no limit to the greed of the sire! You have no idea which mud was used to make the wither moon sisters. After all, their mother was…"
