The next morning L'udovit woke and went straight to his daughter's room. He felt terrible about putting her in that situation last night. He had only wanted to be sure she was taken care of and protected her whole life. He wanted to speak with her. To clear the air over her coming-of-age party and throwing the betrothal on her like that. He hoped she would be calmer now, and understand that he had her best interests at heart. He couldn't bear the thought of them fighting. She was the only connection he had left to his beloved Nikoleta and he wanted her safe forever.
"Evelyn," he called as he knocked gently on her door. There was no answer, which he thought was odd. She was a very light sleeper if she slept late at all. He knocked a little harder, "Evelyn." L'udovit was beginnin
