Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 133: Status Report...

Chapter 133: Status Report...

Evelina was the first to wake up the next morning.

Sunlight poured into the room through the curtains, filling it with a warm, golden light. The air was cool and silent, except for the occasional distant sounds of the palace stirring to life.

She lay there for a moment, watching the ceiling, allowing herself a brief moment of peace before the weight of everything returned.

And then—Relia spoke.

"So... Are we just going to talk about last night or pretend like it didn’t happen?"

Evelina sighed, rubbing her temples. "It’s too early for this."

"Oh, it is never too early to relive that masterpiece of a night."

Evelina groaned, sitting up and stretching. "I don’t have time for your nonsense."

"You call it nonsense?" Relia asked, pretending to be hurt. "Fine, fine." Relia huffed. "But admit it, Evie—he had you shaking. Trembling. Clutching onto him like a lifeline—"

"Relia."

"Hmm?"

"Shut. Up."

"Alright, alright. You don’t want me talking about last night? That’s fine.

"Thank you."

"So, what’s the plan for today, oh mighty poison hunter?"

Evelina exhaled, swinging her legs over the bed. "Simple. Find the missing wine bottle, question Matthew again if we have to, and—"

"Make sure Damian keeps his hands to himself?"

Evelina paused.

Then scowled. "You are truly insufferable."

"And yet, here we are."

"I wonder how the real Evelina managed to keep up with you daily."

"You’ve been doing a fantastic job so far," Relia praised her. "I know... I can be over the top at times."

"At times?"

"Okay, maybe most times."

Evelina ignored her wolf and slipped out of bed, making her way to the bathing chamber. The warm water was refreshing, clearing her mind and washing away any lingering traces of sleep.

After drying off, she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped back into the room—only to find Damian awake and watching her.

She stopped mid-step.

His silver eyes lazily trailed over her. His expression was unreadable as he leaned against the bed’s headboard. "Morning."

Evelina tilted her head. "You’re awake earlier than usual."

Damian smirked. "You’re assuming I was asleep."

Evelina frowned. "You weren’t?"

Damian stretched, rolling his shoulders before standing up. "Not much. Had a few things on my mind."

Evelina arched a brow but didn’t press further. Instead, she noticed something on the nearby chair—a dress, neatly folded and waiting for her.

She turned to Damian, crossing her arms. "Why do you insist on picking my outfits sometimes?"

Damian walked by her on his way to the bathing chamber, lightly brushing his hand against her waist as he spoke in a smooth and teasing voice.

"Because I like seeing you in things I want to take off later."

Evelina’s mouth parted slightly.

He smirked at her reaction before disappearing into the bathroom.

Relia let out a low whistle. "Oh, that was smooth. I’m stealing that line."

Evelina blinked, her face warming before shaking her head. "I hate him."

"No, you don’t."

Evelina scowled as she picked up the dress.

And the worst part?

It was gorgeous.

But she was definitely not going to tell him that.

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In about thirty minutes, Damian was out, and they were both dressed and ready. As they exited the room, Jasper was waiting just outside, leaning against the wall with a grin.

The moment he spotted them, he bowed dramatically.

"Good morning, my favourite almost-executed lady and His Royal Glowering Highness."

Evelina snorted.

"Jasper," Damian drew his attention to him. "Status report."

Jasper straightened, clasping his hands behind his back like he was delivering a military report. "Ah, yes, my prince. The weather? Nice and fair—perfect for committing questionable acts of treason or solving conspiracies."

Damian sighed, already tired. "Jasper."

Jasper continued, unbothered. "Breakfast? Already in full swing, the royal chefs outdid themselves today—I heard they whipped up a decadent eggs benedict with smoked salmon and truffles.

"The town? Nothing new, just the usual noble drama and secret affairs no one talks about but everyone knows."

Evelina huffed a quiet laugh. "And?"

Jasper paused, then winked before facing Damian again. "There’s a small list of things for you, Your Highness. Some reports to go through, an inspection to carry out, and of course, a swordsmanship sparring session."

Damian nodded slightly, but his expression remained unreadable. "Any urgent matters?"

Jasper shrugged. "Nothing dire—unless you consider court politics urgent, in which case, I’d recommend pretending to be ill."

He clapped his hands together, his grin widening. "And as for the rest of the day, well... the rest is left for you to fill, Your Highness."

Evelina raised a brow, crossing her arms. "What’s there to fill? His day is already packed as it is."

Jasper snorted. "That’s because you don’t know the prince." He tilted his head toward Damian. "He can finish all of this before noon if he really wants to."

Evelina glanced at Damian, who remained quiet, looking ahead as they turned a corner. He didn’t deny it, which meant Jasper was right.

She huffed. "Of course, he can."

Jasper’s eyes glimmered with amusement. "So, you’ve got nothing to worry about, my lady."

Evelina rolled her eyes. "That depends. What’s on my schedule?"

Jasper grinned mischievously.

"As for you, my dear Lady Evelina, it’s poisoner hunting time."

Evelina sighed, setting down her cup. "Of course it is."

Jasper smirked. "What? You thought you’d get a day off?"

Evelina arched a brow. "That would’ve been nice, but the deadline is approaching. I need to clear my name."

Damian, who had been quiet for a while, finally spoke. "We will...together."

Evelina nodded. "But first, if I’m going to hunt down a poisoner today, I’m eating first."

Jasper grinned as he walked ahead of them. "This way, Your Highnesses."

*********

Evelina and Damian took their breakfast in a private dining room, away from the main hall.

After the first disastrous meal she had with the royals—where she had been almost publicly disgraced—she had decided she wouldn’t subject herself to that again.

And to her surprise, Damian hadn’t argued. Instead, he had simply started joining her.

She wasn’t foolish enough to think it was entirely for her sake. Damian had his own reasons for avoiding the main dining hall—reasons she didn’t pry into. But it worked for both of them, so she wasn’t going to question it.

Jasper stood to the side, casually munching on an apple as he watched them eat.

"I don’t get it," he said after a moment. "You’re the future ruler of this kingdom, Damian. You could just have anyone removed from the main hall if they annoyed you."

"Including the King?"