My partner is chosen

Back in my room, a set of fine writing materials had already been prepared by the servants. The scent of fresh parchment and ink filled the air as I settled at my desk.

Lusav stood beside me in complete silence, his presence steady yet weighted. Without hesitation, I began composing my first letter—to the prince—politely declining his offer to escort me. Each stroke of my quill was deliberate as I carefully crafted my words, ensuring my disinterest in political affairs with the royal family was clear yet respectful.

Once that was done, I moved on to the next letter. The words were simple but carried the necessary formality:

"Duke Brakinson Carter,

I am honored by your invitation and would be delighted to have you escort me to the ball.

Thank you for your consideration."

The letter was brief, precise, and left no room for ambiguity. After sealing both letters with wax, I handed them over to my maid, instructing her to deliver them at once.

Just as she exited the room, Lusav, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.

"My lady, have you accepted anyone as your partner?"

I glanced at him, slightly puzzled by his interest in my affairs. Though his voice was composed, I could sense something deeper lurking beneath his question.

"I don’t mean to overstep my boundaries," he added quickly, lowering his head. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles paling as he struggled to contain himself.

Lusav knew all too well that, in his current position, he could never stand beside Helen. This realization gnawed at him, a bitter truth he could neither accept nor change. His heart was no longer bound by simple loyalty—it was something far greater.

"If only Master would look only at me.

If only her lips would move just to call my name."

His thoughts blurred with a quiet obsession, emotions that he buried beneath a facade of unwavering devotion.

Not long after the letters were sent, a reply arrived from the Carter Dukedom—accompanied by gifts to mark the occasion.

An elderly servant, dressed in finely tailored attire, stepped into the room, followed by several attendants carrying  boxes adorned with gold embroidery.

With a polite bow, the old man presented me with an elegantly wrapped package. His voice carried an air of practiced formality as he spoke.

"My lady, these gifts are sent by our Duke as a token of his sincerity. This particular package contains a gown—one he hopes you will wear to the ball so that your attires may complement each other."

I accepted the gift with a composed smile. "Convey my gratitude to the Duke," I said, nodding to the attendants before dismissing them.

From that moment, the entire household was thrown into a frenzy.

Maidservants bustled about, determined to ensure that I would be the most dazzling woman at the ball. Specialized beauty treatments were arranged, imported perfumes from distant lands filled the air, and even the maids received training on makeup techniques to perfect their skills.

Lusav, however, spent most of his time loitering around unless I ordered him to continue his training. His skill with daggers had grown remarkably—under my guidance, he had already dealt with countless troublemakers who dared to threaten our family.

With every life he claimed, the power of the Foxins expanded.

The Morning of the Ball

Before the first light of dawn touched the horizon, I was woken from my sleep. The household was already awake, and preparations for the evening had begun in full force.

Lily wasted no time, leading me to the bath chamber, where the scent of lavender and rose petals swirled in the steam. I let the maids work efficiently, scrubbing away any trace of fatigue before wrapping me in the silkiest of robes.

Now it was time to open the package.

The room fell silent as the maids carefully unfolded the layers of fabric. A collective gasp filled the air.

Laid before us was a gown like no other—a breathtaking lavender dress, adorned with shimmering jewels and rare pink diamonds. The embroidery sparkled under the chandelier light, reflecting a brilliance reminiscent of the stars themselves.

The murmurs among the maids grew louder.

"This… this is the rumored ‘Fairy Princess’ Night Dress,’ one of them whispered in awe. "It’s said to be the only one of its kind in the world!"

Carefully, they helped me into the gown, adjusting the delicate fabric so it fit flawlessly against my frame. My hair, cascading in soft waves down my waist, was woven into an elegant side braid, delicate flowers placed between the strands.

Lily stood before me, completely mesmerized.

Her eyes sparkled as she clasped her hands together, her voice barely above a breath.

"My lady… you look like a fairy from an enchanted forest. Your porcelain skin glows like fresh snow, and your lips… they are like roses kissed by the morning dew."

I turned toward the mirror, taking in my reflection.

The girl staring back at me no longer looked like an assassin from another world.

She looked like a noblewoman—graceful, powerful, and ready to claim her place in this world.

Tonight, the ball would be my stage.

And I was ready.

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Lusav’s Bewildered Devotion

The preparations that had begun at dawn stretched well into the evening. Hours passed in a flurry of activity, and now, with the sun ready to set in just a couple of hours, I could see exhaustion settling over my maids. Their once-energetic movements had slowed, their eyes drooping from the relentless effort of ensuring my perfection.

Sensing their fatigue, I dismissed them, leaving only Lily and two other maids to remain with me. As the last of the servants quietly exited the room, I caught sight of a figure standing just beyond the doorway.

Lusav.

He held a tray in his hands, his posture stiff, his gaze unwavering.

"Come in," I called to him.

He obeyed, stepping into the room with quiet precision.

The moment his eyes landed on me, he froze.

Lusav had seen countless women before—elegant noble ladies, famed beauties, and even those who sought to capture his attention with their charm. Yet none, not a single one, had ever compared to the vision standing before him now.

His Helen. His untouchable goddess.

She was ethereal, dressed in an opulent gown that shimmered like the very essence of moonlight, her delicate features framed by cascading waves of silk-like hair adorned with tiny blossoms. She stood poised, regal, a queen among mortals. And she was smiling at him.

His breath hitched.

His heart pounded violently, a rhythm so loud he wondered if the others could hear it. His blood rushed to his cheeks, a fierce heat spreading from his ears down to his very fingertips.

Lusav swallowed hard. "Beautiful…" His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he had forgotten how to speak. "My lady, you are breathtaking."

His lips trembled as more words slipped past them, unbidden. "You make me unable to understand humans… you make me forget how to breathe."

His whispers did not stop—his devotion spilling into the air like an incantation—until Helen’s voice cut through his daze.

"Lusav, are you alright? You look feverish."

Her voice, laced with concern, sent another jolt through him. She was worried about him, yet she had no idea that she was the reason for his turmoil.

Lusav snapped back to reality, stammering as he struggled to regain his composure.

"Uhh… My lady—no, I… I was just too stunned by your presence."

His words faltered, his voice unsteady, but his eyes never wavered from hers.

Our gazes locked.

Lusav stepped closer.

I blinked, something unfamiliar tightening in my chest.

Thump. Thump.

What was that?

The sound was strong, insistent. Was it… my own heartbeat? Why did it feel like it was racing?

Before I could unravel the sensation, Lusav was already near.

He reached for my hands, his grip firm yet trembling. His touch sent a strange warmth up my arms.

"My lady," he murmured, his voice dangerously low, "I wish you wouldn’t go tonight. If I could… I would burn anyone who dares lay eyes upon you."

I stiffened. "Lusav? What… what are you saying?"

His words, filled with raw possessiveness, sent a ripple of unease through me.

Lily, who had been standing silently behind us, was too shocked to utter a single word.

The air in the room grew heavier, thick with something indescribable. The tension was almost suffocating, wrapping around us like an unseen force.

Lusav took another step forward, so close now that I could hear the sharpness of his breath, and could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

The room fell into silence.

Our eyes remained locked.

And in that moment, I realized—I was no longer in control of Lusav, I have  to make  up my mind to let lusav go back to his rightful position before, I lose myself to these confusing emotions with him.