Lyana Debaux’s POV
“Are you hurt?” He asked me as he was helping me to get out of the darkness with his hand on my arms. I nodded before I was looking at the night sky.
“How did you find me?” I asked him before His Lordship was rubbing his neck.
“I…kind of followed you around,” he confessed as I was arching my eyebrows at him.
“Why?” I asked him. I did not believe that he would be doing such nonsense when he was the gentry and I was…a maid. Our social status did not mingle.
“I don’t know how to say this but I was having this feeling that we were fated to be together. I know that from the first time that I saw you and I have to ask you this question. Will you marry me if I ask you to be my wife?” He said as His Lordship’s eyes were shining. I gasped before he was kneeling to the ground
