“I greet Your Grace.”
Evan quickly stood up, bowing just as Alcent had taught him.
He was glad he had practiced beforehand, making sure not to stutter.
Seeing the smiling Duchess with her light blonde hair tied up, his legs began to tremble without him realizing.
‘Don’t be nervous, stay calm.’
Alcent had told him not to overdo it with flattery or pretenses in front of the Duchess.
— “She’s got the best eyes, better than anyone. She’ll know exactly what kind of person you are without you trying.”
‘That’s what Alcent said…’ he thought with a bit of a smile.
‘Though I don’t know what he meant by that exactly.’
Still, Alcent had assured him that good intentions would create opportunities, and that it would lead to good results.
‘I shouldn’t disappoint Alcent.’
The only thing Evan knew about the Duchess was that she was preparing a new wine…
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