Bound by fire, Claimed by love

The rest of the ball passed in a blur. Damian remained at her side, his presence a quiet reassurance, though he was often pulled away to exchange pleasantries with the emperor and various nobles. Lady Celeste, though visibly displeased, had held her tongue—likely due to the unseen force that had warned her earlier.

Evelyn played her role well, smiling where necessary, answering questions with practiced ease. But beneath it all, her mind kept circling back to that fleeting smirk.

It was only when the night drew to a close, and she found herself riding in the carriage beside Damian, that she finally allowed herself to exhale.

"You were exceptional tonight," Damian murmured, watching her with quiet admiration.

Evelyn turned to him, searching his face. He looked content—perhaps even relieved. It was clear he had expected the night to be more of a battle than it was.

"Did you think I wouldn't be?" she teased lightly, tilting her head.

Damian smirked. "I never doubt you, Evelyn. But I know my mother. And I know court politics can be…" He sighed. "Unforgiving."

She hummed in response, choosing not to voice the thoughts plaguing her mind. Tonight was not the time. Instead, she leaned against the cushioned seat, letting the rhythmic motion of the carriage soothe her.

"I think," she murmured, "I'd like a quiet day tomorrow."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "A quiet day?"

"With Isabelle," she added, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's been too long since I spent time with her."

Damian chuckled. "I see. And here I was hoping I'd have you all to myself."

Evelyn smirked, meeting his gaze. "You see me every day, Your Grace. I think you can survive one afternoon without me."

He sighed dramatically. "I suppose I have no choice."

She laughed softly, and for the first time that night, the weight on her shoulders eased.

Tomorrow, she would not think of courtly schemes, noble smirks, or family secrets.

Tomorrow, she would simply be Evelyn, spending time with her closest friend.