Chapter 57: Bread, Pride, and Unwelcome Kindness
Lyria's POV
Corvin's words lingered in the kitchen.
I felt my fingers curl slowly into my palms, though I forced my face to remain perfectly composed. Years of service had taught me that silence was often safer than pride.
But I also couldn't deny that I felt this extreme urge to hit him across the cheek so he might return to his senses… if he had any at all.
Before I could decide whether to reply or simply retreat with what dignity I had left, Baron Redwick spoke.
"Marquess Hale," he said evenly, "I believe that everyone deserves to eat when they are hungry."
Corvin rolled his eyes in a manner that would have earned a reprimand from any governess in the kingdom.
"Since when," he asked dryly, "did you become so exceedingly charitable?"
