Evans, accompanied by two guards, arrived at the tent in which the Duke was.
Evans entered and saw the Duke talking to the butler Fred. Fred glanced sideways at Evans and then walked away.
-Father, have you called me? -Asked Evans with a shy attitude.
-Tell me what happened?
Evans wanted to sigh, but he resisted, looked timidly at the Duke and answered:
-Father, we were surrounded by attackers, it was a terrifying situation; Osvald screamed, wet himself, and fainted; The blood rained and then everything was confusing; I barely remember that the last ones standing were the captain and the warrior Stan.
The duke observed Evans with a questioning look, he was trying to evaluate his son's every word and every gesture.
Evans remained silent after giving testimony typical of a confused and frightened child.
"I thought you had changed," the duke thought as he saw Evans' timid attitude.
"How suffocating. Can I go?"
Evans glanced at the entrance to the tent from time to time until the duke gave him permission to leave; Evans bowed and left.
Upon leaving, Evans walked around; Now everything was busier; The nobles had returned with the prey they had hunted and were waiting for the moment of the award.
While walking, Evans saw Ana, Lizet and Aria, the three of them seemed to be fine, so he decided to continue observing the surroundings.
As Evans walked, the beautiful sound of a harp reached his ears. He decided to find the source of the melody and when he arrived he saw a girl with bright pink hair, somewhat pale white skin and beautiful blue eyes.
-That melody is beautiful. -Evans said as the girl stopped when she saw him.
-Seem to you? It's still missing, it doesn't convey the feelings I want to convey. -The girl responded and then played the harp again.
Evans sat down, closed his eyes, and listened to the melody.
"The feelings you wish to convey?"
The music continued, Evans felt that when listening to it he was immersed in the depths of his being, but he did not care, he was not afraid of the unknown, he wanted to remember, in order to resolve his desire for revenge that until now was directed towards nothing.
Evans listened, the darkness of his being embracing him, but before anything else happened, the music ended.
Evans opened his eyes and sighed; The girl put away her harp. He looked at her, but when he was going to ask her name...
-Evans Qualty, I wanted to see you.
Evans turned his gaze towards the female voice, and saw Princess Amelia.
Evan was going to get up, but Amelia put a hand on his shoulder and said, looking at him intently:
-You will not escape with formalities.
-What do you want from me, princess? -Evans asked.
-I want to meet you. I want everyone to know when I get to Stariar Academy that you are my fiancé. -The princess responded and the guards who protected her seemed surprised.
-Isn't it too early for that? -Evans asked.
-No, it's not. I don't want just anyone, or someone pathetic. I saw how you protected your sister. You are clever too. I choose you, over anyone in this empire. Do you agree? -The princess responded.
"For how long she prepared those words, she must have memorized them; but she has put me in a dilemma."
Evans was thoughtful, looking at the sky, he didn't have an adequate response; accepting was a burden; refusing could be seen as disrespectful to the imperial family.
"Yes, the imperial family."
-The great Emperor agrees? Do you know what you are proposing to me? Otherwise you must inform him first, I do not wish to disrespect the honor of our Emperor.
A tear rolled down Princess Amelia's cheek, despite that she maintained her composure, but she was frustrated, she felt like she had been slighted.
-Letters, he said he wants to meet me, we can write to each other if his majesty allows it. I would be honored to exchange letters with you, Princess Amelia, -Evans said.
Amelia's heart pounded, a light blush appeared on her cheeks, she was happy, she hid it quite well, she turned her back on Evans and said in a firm and capricious tone:
-I will inform my father; Until then, you will have to wait.
"Nothing good would come of angering the emperor's daughter."
Evans looked in the direction where the girl with the harp was, but she had left shortly before the princess arrived.
"I hope to listen to your music again."
The horns sounded. The awards ceremony was about to begin. Almost everyone headed towards a sumptuous stage where the imperial family was located.
The nobles murmured about the possible results; some servants from different houses exchanged their experiences; and the slaves were kept in the tents waiting.