Harriet had never researched the Winter's End Festival. She had never attended one and had never heard about its contents. She spent the majority of her life in the Capital and focused on the other problematic side of the Empire.
Truly, if there was a place she didn't need to come to, it would be Almandine. The place that had no danger of sorcery, where the Old Duke himself was said to hate the dark art to the bone.
But how?
How did she know?
Not only the main event for the festival, but how did she guess the main prize that quickly?
Harriet's brain was immediately in shambles. From the start, her attachment to this man was incredibly strong. The way she trusted him almost instantly was weird.
It didn't feel like her usual self.
How could she believe a random naked stranger she met on top of a waterfall? How did she believe her own judgment that deeply?