Chapter 42: Of Dangerous Kindness and Unwanted Compliments
Lyria's POV
I stood there with the linen bundle still clutched in my hand.
The two noblemen watched me as though the matter before us was of the utmost importance.
All because of a few snacks. My fingers tightened slightly around the linen.
This was becoming far too strange. I let out a quiet breath before speaking.
"I-it truly should n-not be seen," I said carefully. "T-two gentlemen of y-your standing a-attending to a s-servant girl like m-me," I continued, lowering my gaze slightly. "W-what would that say of y-your reputations?"
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Lord Hawthorne frowned faintly.
"Is a reputation for kindness a bad thing?" he asked.
His voice held genuine confusion.
I blinked in shock at his words. That was unexpected after all.
"That is all Lord Thorncrest and I are doing," he continued calmly.
