Chapter 67 – Daphne POV
"Hello?" I say out loud.
I'm met with silence… and the sound of fading footsteps.
Sigh.
Well, whatever.
I'm not in the mood to play hide and seek in the woods with some sneaky noblewoman or peeping maid. If someone wants to spy, they can at least be decent enough to trip over a root and fall flat on their face. That would be entertaining.
But no.
Just silence and vague melodrama.
I finish my bath, toweling off with the cloth I stashed under the usual rock, and begin the slow, miserable process of layering myself back into these oppressive, heat-trapping medieval clothes.
Chemise. Petticoat. Corset. Overskirt. Gown.
No wonder these women were always fainting. They weren't delicate. They were just chronically oxygen-deprived.
By the time I tie the final ribbon, I'm already regretting all my life choices—past, present, and transmigrated.
Still, the bath helped.
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Cedric POV
I can't believe it.
I'm in a medium world.
As a duke.
