~Lydia POV~
I stood at the end of the long corridor with a goblet of red wine in my hand, swirling it slowly, so the liquid caught the torchlight and turned almost black. Then I took a slow sip, letting the warmth slide down my throat.
The palace felt quieter than usual tonight, like everyone was holding their breath after the mess in the hall earlier. I needed this moment. I mean something smooth and sharp to wash away the taste of Jethro's anger and Serah's defiance. But guess I can't escape that because I just saw her.
Serah walked toward the arched doorway at the opposite end, cradling her baby close to her chest. The child's small head rested against her shoulder, dark hair soft against her gray dress. She moved carefully, like she was trying not to disturb the quiet that had settled over the palace since the council whispers started.
