Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 115: Need to Convince Him...

Chapter 115: Need to Convince Him...

"I know who poisoned the well," Eve whispered.

There was a moment of silence between them. Then, Damian’s silver eyes darkened. "You do?"

"Yes." Evelina nodded, tightening her grip on his wrist.

"Who is it?" he demanded.

She took a breath, steadying herself. "Ethan. He’s in the royal guard, and they’re preparing to leave the kingdom right now."

Damian’s jaw tensed. His posture shifted slightly—his warrior instincts kicking in—but his expression remained skeptical. "And how do you know this?"

Evelina hesitated for a fraction of a second before saying, "I just know, Damian. You have to trust me. He’s the one."

Damian looked at her closely, his eyes scanning her face as if he were trying to find any hint of uncertainty.

Finally, he exhaled. "I do trust you, Evelina. But if we’re going to bring this to my father and the council, I need more than a gut feeling. We need evidence—concrete evidence." He paused. "So tell me, how did you find out?"

Evelina swallowed hard.

Relia’s voice purred in her mind. "Ohhh, this is tricky. Are you actually going to tell him?"

"What choice do I have?" Evelina replied.

"Well," Relia mused. "You could lie. Say you overheard something, maybe. Or—"

Evelina clenched her jaw. "I’m not lying to him, Relia."

Her wolf huffed. "Forget I suggested that. But do you really think telling him you saw it in a vision is the best idea?"

"Why wouldn’t it be?"

"Oh, I don’t know..." Relia drawled sarcastically. "Maybe because most people don’t take kindly to things they can’t see or prove?"

Evelina’s fingers twitched.

She hated that Relia had a point. The council would never accept a vision as evidence. To make matters worse, they might even brand her as a witch.

Even Damian—who trusted her—would still need something tangible to take action.

But she had no time to debate this.

"I don’t need to convince the council right now. I just need to convince him."

Relia was silent for a moment before sighing. "Alright, alright. You win. But if this goes south, don’t say I didn’t warn you."

"Eve?"

Damian’s voice brought her back to reality. She looked up at him and realized she’d been silent for too long. His brows were furrowed, showing concern. "What is it?"

"Come with me," she whispered, grabbing his hand. "Let’s go somewhere private. I want to show you something."

Damian held Evelina’s hand tightly but gently as she hurried him through the halls. She was anxious and knew they had to move quickly.

The guards at the stables were getting ready to leave, and if Ethan got away, they might miss their only chance to find him before her grace period was over.

Evelina barely noticed the curious stares as she pushed open the door to Damian’s chambers and pulled him inside. As soon as they were in, she shut the door behind them, turning to face him.

Damian crossed his arms and looked expectantly. "I thought you wanted to show me something."

Evelina took a deep breath. "I do. I wanted to show you how I knew Ethan was behind the well poisoning."

He studied her for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Alright... go ahead."

Her hands tightened at her sides. She had never talked about this ability with anyone before. Not openly. Not in a way that mattered.

But she had to.

Steeling herself, she exhaled slowly. "I saw it in a vision."

Damian’s brows furrowed. "A vision?"

"Yes," she said quickly. "But before you start thinking I’m a witch—I’m not."

Damian’s expression didn’t change, but she caught the faintest flicker of something in his gaze—curiosity, not fear. He rubbed his jaw as he thought about it. "That’s not what I was going to say."

"Then what?" she asked cautiously.

His silver eyes locked onto hers. "I was just wondering... how is that possible?"

Evelina let out a breath, relieved that he wasn’t immediately rejecting the idea. "I don’t know," she admitted. "It doesn’t always happen. But when I touch things—sometimes—I see glimpses of the past. Fragments of what happened before." She trailed off, uncertain of how much more she should say.

Damian’s stance shifted slightly, signalling that he was listening. That he believed her. At least, to some extent.

Evelina glanced around the room, searching for something to prove it to him. Her eyes landed on a silver dagger resting atop a wooden chest near the bed.

She strode forward, picked it up, and the second her fingers wrapped around the hilt, the vision hit.

She wasn’t in Damian’s chambers anymore.

She was outside, standing in the centre of a massive courtyard, surrounded by towering stone pillars and a roaring crowd.

The sky above was cloudy, like it was about to rain.

And in front of her—

Two men stood in a combat ring—Damian. And Zade.

Evelina gasped, feeling as if she were witnessing history in person.

Damian held the dagger, pointing it at Zade with a cold, merciless expression.

"This isn’t about rank," Damian’s voice rang out. "This is about honour."

Zade scoffed, rolling his shoulders. He was taller and broader than Damian. "Honor?" he repeated mockingly. "And here I thought you were just trying to prove you could best me in front of the whole kingdom."

Damian’s jaw tightened, but he remained firm.

Around them, the crowd murmured in anticipation. Even the king sat on his throne, watching his two sons with an unreadable expression.

The crowd buzzed with excitement. The king was seated on his throne, watching his two sons, along with the entire royal court.

A challenge.

An open combat challenge between the two heirs.

Evelina didn’t know when exactly this had taken place, but judging by the tension between them, it had been personal.

A dispute that had to be settled in blood.

The moment Zade smirked and took a step forward, the vision wavered—

And then it was gone.

Evelina gasped, the room snapping back into focus.

She staggered, gripping the dagger tightly as she tried to steady herself.

"This isn’t about rank. This is about honour. You said that," she murmured, still piecing it together. "This dagger... you had it with you when you and Zade faced off in the combat ring before the kingdom."

Damian’s sharp intake of breath was the only reaction he gave at first. Then, he moved. Fast.

One second, he was standing stiffly across from her. The next, he was gripping her wrist, his silver eyes burning into hers. "How did you know that?" he growled.

Evelina didn’t flinch. "Because I saw it," she replied. "The same way I saw Ethan poisoning the well."

Damian slowly released her, taking a step back. She couldn’t read his expression, but she could sense the brewing storm behind his gaze.

After a long silence, he asked, "How long have you had this... ability?"

Evelina hesitated. "A while now."

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

Evelina let out a dry laugh. "Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because when I first got here, you weren’t exactly heartwarming."

Damian’s head snapped up, his brows furrowing slightly. "What?"

Realization dawned on Evelina a second too late.

Shit.

She had just slipped.

<Author: "Uh-oh..." looks at Damian’s face. "I don’t think he grabbed that. Quickly do a U-turn or reveal your hidden identity.">

<Relia: "And she say I talk too much.">

<Eve: "Alright, alright. I’m working on it. And Relia? I’ll have your time soon.">

Quickly, Eve tried to backtrack. "I mean—when I first came here... your chambers. The night you saved me from being—you know—executed."

Damian’s gaze sharpened, but he said nothing.

Evelina swallowed. "Great. Just great."

She had just opened a whole new problem.

She could see the questions forming in Damian’s mind, the way his sharp silver eyes locked onto her like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

She didn’t have time for this.

"Look," she said, stepping closer. "I know you have questions. And I promise, I will answer them. But right now, we don’t have time for this."

Damian’s jaw tensed. He was still staring at her, still working through everything she’d just told him.

Evelina grabbed his wrist again. "Ethan is about to leave. If we don’t stop him now, we might lose our only lead."

Damian exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if trying to push aside his lingering doubts. "Damn it," he muttered. But he wasn’t arguing anymore.

A loud bang echoed through the chamber doors, followed by quick footsteps.

Jasper.

He practically skidded into the room, looking exasperated. "I did what I could," he said, breathless. "I stalled them as long as possible, but there’s only so much a charming, good-looking man like myself can do." He straightened, flashing a smirk. "I do have limits, you know."

Evelina barely spared him a glare. "Are they leaving?"

Jasper nodded. "Palace gates. Right now."

"Shit," Evelina hissed.

Damian was already moving towards the door. "Then we stop them."