Julies Evans POV
—I received a letter from Count Frost's house.
—An engagement proposal.
I leaned back in my chair, letting the parchment rest between my fingers for a moment. "Really, father?" I muttered under my breath. "You should realize this is a trap — especially for someone from a baron's house."
A connection with a prosperous count's family would tempt most men in my position. It's a golden ticket on the outside — but nobles aren't generous benefactors. They smile sweetly while sharpening the knife they'll eventually put in your ribs.
I clicked my tongue, folded the letter, and tucked it into my desk drawer. No need to throw it away. Yet.
Amelia Frost.
The name alone brought an image to mind — bright pink hair cropped short, pale green eyes that always seemed to glitter in the sunlight.
