~LENORA'S POV
"You,"
For a second, I said nothing, because there was no answer that didn't make this worse, and the way she was looking at me made it clear she wasn't asking to be corrected.
"I don't think so, Your Highness," I said finally, keeping my voice low, careful not to let it shake. "I've never stood anywhere important enough to be remembered."
"That is where you are mistaken," she replied, her tone calm in a way that felt more unsettling than anger would have. "You stood exactly where you were not supposed to be."
I forced myself to hold still, even when the memory pressed at the back of my mind.
"The anniversary banquet of the King," she continued, watching me closely now. "You were there."
I swallowed, "I was serving, Your Highness. There were many servants present that night."
"There were," she agreed, taking a slow step closer, her attention never leaving me. "And yet, I don't remember any of them."
That landed exactly the way she intended it to.
