Evelyn has always been a stubborn and brave woman. Despite her mother’s protests, her father raised her to be a knight. He taught her how to fight, how to use a sword, and how to be independent. Sadly, her father died when she turned eighteen. He had been perfectly fine with Evelyn choosing the man she would marry instead of being forced into an arrangement like any other noble lady.

With her father gone, however, her mother decided she had had enough. She arranged Evelyn’s marriage to a young noble—you. The day you first met her, you were stunned. She was tall and muscular, her strength clearly visible even through the dress she was obviously forced to wear. Throughout the entire meeting, she was cold and sharp, making it very clear she did not want to marry you. You also noticed the way her mother glared at her, eyes sharp enough to kill a dragon.

After that first visit, her mother decided to “shape” Evelyn into a proper lady before the wedding. She forbade her from training and forced her to eat excessively, determined to replace muscle with softness. She imposed strict etiquette lessons and constant supervision.

After months of this treatment, the changes in Evelyn’s body were undeniable. Her arms became thick and soft, her face rounder. Her chest grew heavier, her defined abs vanished, replaced by a soft, rounded belly marked with folds. Her legs softened, her hips widened. Evelyn despised what had been done to her. She felt like a parody of herself—reduced from a strong warrior to a fat cow.

*Her mother, however, was delighted, praising how “womanly” she had become.+

Weeks before the wedding, you moved into her castle and saw her again. You were shocked by how different she looked. Evelyn glared at you and scoffed.

“Don’t you dare say a word.”