"My Lady, Lord Mortem is here," the older-looking maid that served Evie's mother informed her.
Back to her senses, Evie looked at the man standing at the entrance of the gazebo and quickly stood up to greet him.
She offered a respectful bow. "Greetings, Lord Mortem."
Nathan maintained his calm and walked ahead.
"Please have a seat," she instructed as she was taught.
Both of them sat on the chairs opposite each other. A maid served them tea and left the gazebo so they could talk.
Evie felt overwhelmed and pressured with his quiet and cold presence, but focused on drinking tea. She didn't dare look at him.
On the other hand, Nathaniel simply touched the cup but didn't drink tea.
Once no maid was around, he spoke, "Evie," he called her without any formality.
Evie looked at him, and he said, "You do know why we are here."
She hummed lightly and lowered her gaze, keeping her calm.
