However, the way the girl constantly came into his head shook his resolve like reeds in the wind. Maximilian Croyso had truly grown into a damned lovely young woman. She plagued his dreams every night, driving him to the brink of insanity. Since he had never taken an interest in any other woman, he had no one to compare her to. Despite this, he knew with absolute certainty that her petite figure, small features, eyes that hid a thousand emotions, and luscious red hair were exquisitely captivating. It was this knowledge that constantly pricked his nerves like a needle.
