The evidence was damning.
It was so obvious what had happened.
A man and a woman had spent the night together, and when they woke up without a single article of clothing between them, there were very few conclusions anyone could draw.
The room itself was even worse.
The scent lingering in the air.
The tangled blanket.
The scattered clothes.
Every single detail seemed determined to testify against them.
Maids were among the greatest distributors of gossip within noble society.
Collectively, what they knew could rival entire intelligence agencies, at least when it came to the affairs of noble households.
Damon could already imagine it.
By tomorrow morning the story would have spread through the capital.
By next week it would reach every major city in the Empire.
By next month foreign nations would probably be discussing it.
If that were the only problem, he could simply take responsibility.
Unfortunately, it was not.
