Persephone's recent behavior had changed noticeably.

She shopped for groceries every day, even though she was not particularly skilled at it.

Despite her lack of expertise, she put in her best effort. Additionally, she took care of household chores and looked after Seamus with Catherine on a daily basis.

Even though Seamus was initially taken aback and tried to dissuade her from heavy labor, Persephone seemed to derive enjoyment from these tasks.

She ensured Seamus went downstairs on time, allowing him to soak up some sun in the courtyard. Although she hadn't cared for anyone in this way before, she demonstrated thoughtfulness by bringing him water and a hat.

Concerned about his well-being, she worried that he might become thirsty and overheated, potentially slowing down the healing of his wounds.

Persephone even entertained him with jokes during their time together.

As they sat on the courtyard rocks, her jokes were as cold as the stones beneath them.

Nevertheless, he enjoyed them, and she enthusiastically shared her humor.

Sometimes, Seamus would quietly gaze at her.

Persephone's face bore the features of her parents, with a hint of a rebellious edge uncharacteristic of a lady—almost like a pirated version of her grandfather.

person stood by his side at that

princess cared for him, serving him

rushed to his head, and an arrogant smirk crossed his

Yet, it wasn't sufficient.

He yearned to pull her into the filthy world he inhabited, tarnishing her swan-like

then would she be bound

coldness and malice

to terms with the painful truth —the Seamus who once cherished

his disguise, he would be a wolf in sheep's clothing, a devil masquerading as a

time bomb hidden in

to see through his true colors, she would be the one crushed by the

continued to visit the

back, Cathrine had

seeing an old woman in such a state, so she

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