Chapter 64: The Moon Through Another's Eyes
Lyria's POV
"I have painted the Princess as the sky, and all who dwell beneath her—noble and common alike—are caught within it. They move, drift, and act in accordance with the direction she guides them. Even the light, the sun, is subject to her grace," Earl Hawthorne said.
I lifted an eyebrow slightly. That was… unexpectedly poetic. Not the flourish of someone attempting to impress the court, but an honesty that shone through the abstraction.
The Queen studied him, tilting her head as though weighing each word carefully. "And the yellow drops, Earl? They are…?"
