Caught in this Web of palace politics, I still found solace in the moments when Evelyn graced the corridors with her presence.
And yet..
As I observed her interactions with my fellow guards du corps, I couldn't help but notice a pattern - the subtle smiles, the brief nods of acknowledgement - she treated us all with a same level of familiarity that transcended the formalities of duty.
While maintaining an air of mystery, she had a unique way of connecting with those around her. She carried herself with a quiet confidence that manifested admiration and respect.
It was a delicate dance : maintening professionalism while allowing glimpse of humanity to shine through.
Was I jealous?
No. I was rather.. frustrated.
Captivated by the fact that Evelyn's smiles were exclusively directed at me, I've come to realise the distint charm she carried. Her ability to make every royal guard feel acknowledged and esteemed is nothing short of remarkable.
It was as if she possessed this instead talent to create a personal connection with each of us, weaving an atmosphere of recognition and worthiness withing the confines of the palace's walls.
The realization brought a mix of emotions : gratitude for being a part of that shared connection and a subtle acknowledgement of the boundary that defined our roles.
As the Great Hall bustled with activity, a maid hurried past, balancing a serving plate of delicate crystal glasses. Suddenly, a misstep sent her tumbling to the ground, the shatter of glass echoing through the hall, startling both Evelyn and the princess.
Instinctively, we all turned to see what had happened, yet we didn't move an inch.
The princess. Seemingly unfazed, continued her regal walk. While Evelyn rushed toward the poor maid.
Without hesitation, Evelyn retrieved a hand kerchief from her pocket and knelt beside the injured servant, applying gentle pressure to stem the glow of blood. We could heard her quiet screams as she touched her injury.
I couldn't help but admire her grace and compassion. Despite her position of privilege, she never hesitated to lend a helping hand to those in need. And it was moments like these that reminded me why I was drawn to her, why my heart raced every time she passed by.
The princess, maintaining her composed demeanor, interrupted :
-"Evelyn, just leave here there. What do you think these guardians are supposed to do?"
Evelyn, respectfully bowing, replied with unwavering determination :
-"I apologise your majesty. I just couldn't leave her bleeding. I'm coming."
Turning her attention to us, she issued a directive.
-"Could you please carry her to the nurse rapidly?"
-"YES!" We responded in unison.
As we prepared to lift the injured servant, I stepped forward, eager to assist. However, Evelyn, ever vigilant, intercepted my intention.
-"Please watch out for the glass. I don't want you to get hurt." She warned me while touching gently my shoulder.
She didn't want me to get hurt.
I couldn't help but feel an unexpected urge of happiness within me. I felt the burn on my face and ears and looked away immediately.
Her gaze shifted from me to the others, ensuring a swift and careful evacuation of the injured women.
In the midst of duty, Evelyn's compassion and quick thinking prevailed. The way she prioritised the wellbeing of others, even in the face of the princess's disapproval, resonated deeply with me.
How could I keep such selfish desires when she embodied everything good and noble in this world? Yet, no matter how hard I try calming the longing in my heart, it only grew stronger with each passing day, a silent yearning that echoed through the vast halls of the Great Hall.
Passing by a round mirror near the nurse's room, I rushed to see myself, and as I thought, I was burning like hell.
I couldn't believe that a simple touch from her would cause such an effect on me.
I tried desperately to cover a bit of my face with my bearskin hat and hair, but still it wasn't enough to cover my nervousness.
How pathetic.
Looking at my reflexion for the the last time, I sighted before returning to my location in the Great Hall still reflecting on my feelings towards this women.
And no, it's still not love.
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Enchanted by Deception
浪漫-"Do you deserve this ? No. You're just the offspring of your parent's hatred. It's not your fault." He starred at her, the pain in his stomach increasing. Yet he was able to mutter those only words : -"Evelyn.. " -"Yes, darling?" She answered with...
